Thoughts While Birdwatching

Red-winged blackbird
How do you fair?
With green-eyed envy
or black-eyed susan?
The spring is a coming
and you'll soon be choosin'

Old black vulture
swarms in the eve
Not blind like the turkey
but they perch like brothers
whilst filching the carrion
off of each other.

Great blue heron
Are you so high?
stalking the reeds
for a prey lies in wait
for your majesty's neck curve
and first lady's gait.

American Coot
as you swim by our van
the children are cold
for the wind's below twenty
your plumage is pretty
but your kind is a-plenty

O great bald eagle
all over the sky
you're not such a diamond
more common than not
but a herd of young ducklings
is bound to get caught.


Blue-grey puffball
Hops on a twig
Watchers admire
and the cold dawn is breezin'
Winter will starve you
for the gnats are a freezin'

American Bittern
is one with the grass.
O. Kinney wants pictures
but nature is shy
it feareth the filmstrip
but not watchful eyes.

Japantardation

The start of a short story set in the not to distant future, concerning a district of Atlanta where people pay to pretend they're Japanese. Protagonist is an actual, Japanese person who gets paid to sit in a restaurant and attract customers with his asianness. The story was inspired by reading Neuromancer and watching Tokyo Drift in the same weekend.

Shit's fuckin' scary
I shat fuckin' bricks
Shit's fuckin' scary
This shit makes me sick

Something I heard in a dream

When He met she
Upon She meeting he
he proposed to the Devil
and the devil replied,
"Do not be late!"
"Caution awaits!"

Something I heard in a dream

When He met she
Upon She meeting he
he proposed to the Devil
and the devil replied,
"Do not be late!"
"Caution awaits!"

Cockroach Villanelle

I lay on my back, flicking my head
You kicked me aside on your way up the stair
Hey man, I'm trying to be dead

Once, your girlfriend found me in your bed
She screamed bloody murder and washed her hair
I lay on my back, flicking my head

You could have squashed me, but I sit here instead
for three days now, flailing my legs in the air
Hey man, I'm trying to be dead

I'll still be here when you humans are dead
After you've poisoned the last clean air
I lay on my back, flicking my head.

You went to the kitchen to get some bread
And kicked me again, way over there
I lay on my back, flicking my head
Hey man, I'm trying to be dead.