Swelled, sweet shaped
dah-dah bird, a peering
cryptic soldier-slave,
my fate, my worm,
a crossed-out word
that means "faun".
Few females smell
such fame without
wanting a shoe-shine
or to try it on. I work
for nature. A beggar.
A dirty, white prophet-eer.
When you wake up
mysterious and pregnant
scarred with dreaming,
dusted wings, unexpected
gutteral heavings- bring
your little uncollected
feathers here.
