Birdman
Stoned in still water,
Osiris stares at me;
Wings sharp as shields,
Batter a subway overhead;
Somewhere a cadence
Floats like a blue rinse,
Your bird-eye catches a scent,
Chanel No.5,
Pokes it inside your brain,
A tongue lashes out,
Whips you stupid;
You fell for those plumes,
Had to have them,
Close-up,
An ultra-violet frenzy,
Claws into you -
Does it hurt?
Birdseed is not sniffed at,
On cold Bay days;
And oh Baby,
Could she sing!
Copyright © Desi Gall | Year Posted 2019
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