WHEN LIZARD LEFT BIRDLAND

by William Skink

where once this Blackbird liked to fly
the sky is empty, clouds all gone
the sun is blazing, heating rocks
lizard soaks it up and runs

where to run? no where to hide
Jaybird squawks and pecks at flies
buzzing round a pile of shit
marked with flecks of politics

dismember tail, colors change
lizard even changes names
Jaybird’s beak is long and slick
and lizard knows where it can fit

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About William Skink

I'm a poet and political cynic living and writing in Montana. You can contact me here: willskink at yahoo dot com
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2 Responses to WHEN LIZARD LEFT BIRDLAND

  1. Big Swede says:

    “till somebody shoots you down”.

    Like

  2. steve kelly says:

    William, Swede,

    Back in the saddle. I like it (poem and accompaniment). Of course, I can’t bear to go through the wordpress login/password process one more time, so Kudos gentlemen. Let them eat dust.

    Like

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