i make a likeable parrot,
transformed into practicality, practically a pirate, notorious.
SPEAK, bird. hearing from the horse’s moving jaw, never ending. a story that goes on-and-on, won’t ever be me;
let it be from you.
not once from me not once; no. you don’t ask. i doubt delivering
i am unquestionably quiet, a waterfront whale, or a beached sailor;
a searchlight,
notwithstanding our occasional attempts at homegrown heart-to-heart
leave you uninformed, dark-burdened. all lights out, lighthouse-keeper’s last laugh
hear none at all.
‘til one of us speaks, slight smile;
we’re off
and i’m making headway, waving a wickedly unruly kiss-list and curling up beneath a modest umbrella
rainfall, feeling fast enough, beak so slow. go, and i’ll mimic.
poorest parrot, she might need a microphone
pearly-white and pale, presented by an alien’s discourse
stay! say, no stay a while. don’t beg,
please. got no words
and boy, do i melt; it’s
a masterpiece’s meltdown
malignant, malicious. marvel at my mystery,
take it not for misery. not for what it is,
but what it is better off being.
irreparable, unlucky silence, rather it than a choice i made.
too unlikely, not like me; you do not know. what i am better off being.
here, what it is to you.
my muse, biopic between strangers;
the part of salt left by sultry mist, and
i’ll drain the sea, find none. no one. all supplying empty space. all that!
yes. for space
and i take none; i ask none. for no thing
domyownwordsringclear, that’s all.
and i cannot, if i could; if i wanted. but i do. i do i do i do, like a marriage; i’ve won. thank god
wedded to what, to wilt, to what,
to quietude.
i’m sick. not in love; i refuse,
i say,
i dont, i dont, i dont.
first time, and i’m not even; don’t even.
