i printed off
all of my poems
i distributed them
at the traffic lights
no one opened their car windows
except one poem i stuffed in a dog's face
a child laughed at me from his back seat
i laughed back
i stuffed the poems in drains
in supermarket trollies
i donated them at the
charity shop
i hammered this poem
into a lamppost
it blew away into the ether
i went home to pass a kidney stone
all the eggs in this box are double yoked
signifying nothing
there is something about
the simplistic shape of a conundrum
an ancient voice in modern mouth
in cartloads for the few to quell
where ice finding comfort in flames
many a throat bending breath
singing like electric birds of paradise
fully charged and chirping
hum and twang and cooing purr
songbirds, my blackened raven
thaw from towers, steel beauty, caw
across tropics, canopies and solitudes
sweet openings to a midnight's play
oh warm to my lips, my songbird, warm
we fill each other, marry