Bird Song

Take the water fountain apart
and let the ocean out, if they
will let you, and if they don’t,
maybe force the issue anyway.

Stab a can of spray paint
with a flame wrapped dagger
and make it a grenade
like you are not afraid of dying.

Bury yourself deep
below the dandelions
fucking each other
with butterflies
and dig your way out
handful by handful,
killing worms.

Trust the hotel bathtub
too much and lay within it
while some music plays
from the T.V. in the other room,
and just forget about
the card table,
and cocktail dresses
so close by when you’re winning.

Take your time when making up
your lies because you’re with them
for the long haul. The crows
see through them anyway
but no one asks because
they’ve never snitched
on anyone.

There was a myth they did
just once before
and the whole family
of the accused rained down
their arrows on the birds
until it changed them,

but don’t believe in myths
unless you make them.