Debeaked

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

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