tweet tweet

the murder

crowds around the

crow dead and muddy

for they know

that it is dangerous to

be alive

and to only squawk

as a scared defense

that is shared in a

final release that

is just as scared

*

i want music

to swallow out

the fall of summer

into something

that can leave me warm

and dancing into a winter

where i feel no cold

for the birds sing elsewhere

and i never understood

their music anyways

*

hello moon

you’re a wannabe star

reflecting a spotlight

from a dance for your smile

but it is forgotten

in yellow rays and days

that leave us wondering

what would be better than

the sun and summer

that will come

but only after this night

waves over in a goodbye