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dear little bird ( 4 quatrains for the year’s first actual tuesday )

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dear little bird pecking my brain

you feather not these flighty thoughts

you are no bird - this truth is sane

the rest is of less-sketchy sorts


them pencils & them pads are mad

my inky eyes are on the blink

now straining as that world of fact

this is how i normally think


so peck away & do your worse

like edgy free-verse about death

pretend that you're a birdy curse

pretend that you are worth the breath


of uttering some veiled response

as if i give a piece of piss

so maybe you were haiku once?

i care not ( beyond writing this )

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