Thursday, May 9, 2013


When a man eats a bird
Tiny postage stamps birth
Beneath his fingernails
Like scales mapping a fish.

He drives a truck around
Collecting endless letters
But never knows who to mail 'em to.
Who does that anymore?
Who worries about whom?
The sky flames,
Multi-vitamins in a guzzling embrace.

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