Love Poem

Probably you should start simply
by throwing away tiny things
that took billions of years
to get here...

That's what a little bird
said to me this morning, then ruffled
the fog with its wings.

Birds and asshole employers and hearts employ such devious tactics.

That bird sounded like a doctor.

"Why be shy if you're dying?"

More psychoanalysis from a branch.

Doctors and lovers learn
to be masters of distraction
just like magicians.

Probably we shouldn't forget
the way Hiroshige stirs time
for the sake of stirring time.

That sparrow pissed me off!

I think it was my heart.

It didn't even guess its bones were sugar
that took billions of years.

Dumb fucking sparrow advice.

The Poem.