To keep track of them
I tattooed their names across
Their little foreheads
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To keep track of them
I tattooed their names across
Their little foreheads
their little foreheads
set firmly to the grindstone
engraving knowledge
engraving knowledge
cornflakes stuck to unrinsed bowls -
how the morning ends
how the morning ends
breaking into the noonday's
close mixed media
close mixed media
telling everyone's secret
none left to keep up
none left to keep up
the colors tattered by winds
threadbare earth below
threadbare earth below
the dull stainless steal doors of
a palace of blue
a palace of blue
mountains of floating white clouds
sea gulls migrating.
sea gulls migrating
up coast gathering flotsam
in their vicious beaks
in their vicious beaks
trembles the life of their prey
struggling to escape.
struggling to escape
she smiled, saying, I'll be back
he relaxed, let go
He relaxed, let go
Purple carresses her skin
No more. He loves her.
he relaxed, let go,
but the bird never returned
to the cage again.
No more he loves her,
day dreams or stargazes
in the starry nights
in the starry nights
all directions are given
aliens will come