The Canary with Black Lungs
Caged Bird Brought in to Replace the Last One
…With My First Breath…
Divinely chosen I embraced my new throne of gold
Bespeak to me of bespoken ballads to warm your ears
Innate love and wisdom I freely pour out for you
On Spring mornings, with wet dew prancing
across leaves and blades of grass,
Standing alone across vast fields,
I journeyed long stone paths,
The tasteful wind at my back.
I’ve got hidden dreams
I stow deep inside dark lockers,
Crushed words I’ve felt too much of,
Crumpled papers filling my bedroom.
Unwrinkling parts of my brain,
Searching for traces of creativity,
