Bird Science

A Boy With Roses

It's apparent to me 

A new time is coming

It's an iceberg in my mind

Crying Auld Lang Syne

I've seen vivid images of a red end 

They were as stubborn as a cool mule

Or a snoring whale during an Indian summer

Perchance I'm under a spell

The giddy world opened for Bethesda

I was informed

Rain fell from the firmament

Filling her

 

It doesn't make any sense, it's an idiosyncrasy 

A shadowy figure 

Future Mother Nature

I will never stop pointing at the moon

So I welcome the new time, this moment won't last forever

Life is an Indian giver, sparkling like gold in mud

I'm aware, I won't fall for the ruse

I squash pain into my core like it's a fruit

I'm like someone on a mission

Spaceman on Apollo 11

Like some kind of curious Hobbit

Going on an adventure with a crooning voice

I can't escape the noise

The callous winds are ushering

I'm entering the night in a queer way 

 

My thoughts are being as loud as gunshots

Saying I'm a ghost of Pensacola

A handmade Tallahassee

Sun-like and mango yellow

A masturbating homosexual sent to Coventry 

I'm the unreliable narrator

Titan Atlas

Loving Thamyris

Aristotle believed that swallows hibernate in winter

I chuckle, it's a miracle, I've been chicken-stuffed 

I'm becoming you

When I have the time I'll get to it.

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 29th, 2019 13:45
  • Category: Unclassified
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