i’ve been skipping
through my music
one song after another
arranged like a handful
of thrown dice
waiting for the right chord
i wish i could play
an instrument
but i hate practicing
did you see the ending
to my movie
the real ending
not that crap they
played in the theaters
or on tv
there was no heroic victory
no parade
instead
a meteor crashed into my chest
you can only see it
on the director’s cut
special limited edition
blue-ray release
i’m sorry
it’s only available
in new zealand
for some reason
at some point
i start hearing the same
songs and wonder
if i missed something
Words and Feathers 
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Gaaagh!!! Check out the flippin genius that is, Crow. Can’t say anymore because I’ve read this and forgotten what my name is.
Thank you so much.
You know I love all your stuff, this crawled around under my skin.
I’ve got Old Blue Eyes singing in my head now. At least you didn’t say it was like that scene from Alien.
Haha, epic.
New Zealand, huh? I’m anxiously waiting for my daughter to touch down there soon āļø
I hope she texts you as soon as she lands. I know how travelling children can be wellsprings of anxiety.
I’ve never been to NZ myself.
She just texted me and apologized for causing me such agony. Good girl
Good! Now you can relax til she flies back.
I love this – so visual, despairing and casual, all at once. Great!
Thank you so much for stopping by and saying so!
I love your world of surrealism. I believe there’s another dimension we enter when we read your poems. Truly mind bending. And so…. dare I say it? Brilliant.
Well, thank you for saying so. I don’t know if I’d call it brilliant, but I know better than to argue.
Yes, no arguments or I’ll get my creepy doll. š
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