Suicide Bird
birds bash their brains
on the curb,
lift & smash their beaks
into the concrete,
stagger
& fall over
onto their bird backs
with their bird feet
in the air,
little X's on their eyes.
I shuffle through them
on my way out
in the morning,
kick them like tin cans,
their feathery bodies
flying through the air.
suicide birds
with bashed in brains
suicide birds
feel no pain
suicide bird
& I don't care
suicide bird
with mussed up hair
suicide bird
nada care in the world
suicide bird
impaled on a sword
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Poem for Paulie
the snow is so peaceful
when its falling
covers up the garbage.
I looked out the window
of the church after
the meeting last night
& thought of Paul B.,
Baretta.
He's dead due to a shot
he took in his arm
on a rooftop in New York.
He said he knew the needle
was infected, realized it
a second before he sunk it,
just had a gut-feeling,
paused
& said FUCK IT.
He died in the VA Hospital
in full-blown dementia,
lesions on his skin,
pockmarked face--
snow settles on his grave.
BIG HAMMER
now available
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