i wanted to impress her
with the first
words that came to mind
but they weren’t good
enough
or even worth a damn
affectations,
a kiss blown
to the wind
i
am
not
trying
hard enough
i
am
not
listening
to the words,
butterflies
from her plum-tree
lips
i don’t even
watch
them fly
from her
mouth
and land
in the ether
in brilliant
cursive,
spilling upon
someone
else’s love letter
what am i
but absorbed
in tocks
upon
my selfish
clock
a cock
ready to fight
for his own
pretty colors,
beak is clipped
nothing worth
a damn
to say
all pretty colors
and pecking
at
windows
