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
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,
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.
