raft of birds
raft of birds
by shon.25
floating down a river of okra
on a raft i salvaged out of
dysfunctional birds with the flu
the earth is my imaginary friend
i am the stomach growl
where some sort of organ of conscious should have been
i am adrift on the tiny chip on her shoulder
her vagina is a giant canyon shaped
like a magician’s top hat
gravity guides us past smiling gravestones
into the currents just off the edge
that jet into open space
everything that ends begins here
in this free for all fall
a raft of birds makes a poor kite
i am
what i feel
is
air
next time i close my eyes
i really will
shon.25 @ March 4, 2008
Dreamy, visionary, descriptive, and exploratory…the poem’s images float in my head…i think i will kayak down the top-hat shaped vagina…though their are greater elucidations to the self here. Thanks for sharing!