Monday, June 08, 2015

the parakeet ...



the parakeet ...

throughout the night
the bird
in the back room
conjugates
the moans and groans
the whoops and whistles
of some overheard
climactic copulation ...
a parakeet
she brought back
from Africa
its feathers
a coral blue
and mottled grey
and its sharp beak
the brightest orange
and should i happen to walk by
its black eyes
look right through me
as if it knows
something
that i don't
something about
the corpses
of past lovers
that she keeps
beneath its cage
in a cardboard box
that is quickly
filling up with shit
 




 



 








 
 


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