what to write
when your mind is set
like
front
drive
cement
punched
and
ribbed
with
the
streetside
shorthand
of the
starlike
shapes
of bmx kids
blunt hands
telling
one old
one line
graffiti
story
of a date
one day
in
1985
?
~
then theres this bird
in the bush
out the front
its pink flowers
fell out last week
well he sings minimalism chirps
in
pretty good time
with
iggy pops american valhalla
its like he practiced all night
to
debut
it
for me
today
and
i
feel
weak
with gratitude
and sickness mist
~
well theres no tickboxes
on govmnt forms
for
my
current
hydraulic
leaks . . . is there for yours ?
and the bird
off he goes now
to
find
what
he
needs
for
the
day
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