These eyes of mine
see
the dodo bird juking,
baseball cards and
the thylacine mating,
passenger pigeons that turn
the sky grey
and
heat blurring pavement
during July's
This mouth of mine
tastes
no bitterness
just sugar
These arms of mine
hold up the world
hold up my bag of feathers
high above anywhere,
where soon I would
be taught
otherwise
These ears of mine
hear
nothing but
virtue,
the tubes of teevee
sparking
cartoon voices
I sit and just listen
away...
This charmed heart of mine stopped
beating
sometime ago
It would seem.
