the birds would sound

Baker Beach fog cold wet knees

sand deep cut wrists

knuckles bleed

cold sea wind seeps

into the cracks of the spirit

was around the time

we broke our peace

seagulls screeched wildly

above our coal black energy

you the pulling south

i the fleeting north

umbilical cord

severed forever

Artemis took this orphan in

taught me how to hunt

other creatures

such as i

for crazy cannibalistic 32182314155 rites

and wandering in every downtown desert

dawns spent in tunnels bent

from the neck down

every now and again

the birds would sound

toasting to paired up

cooing doves

that have flown away from me

7 thoughts on “the birds would sound

  1. Ace work!.
    The ritual ‘coding’ rites is
    intriguing and wonderful
    (I’m figuring this being so.
    Something something ‘cabal’?)
    I’ve probably misinterpreted,
    but it immediately makes me sing
    10cc’s Dreadlock Holiday…
    “concentrating on trucking rights”

    Peace, G. xo

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