Ephram Pratt Celebrates Homeless Black Pigeons

Ephram Pratt Celebrates Homeless Black Pigeons
by Jack e Lorts
The box of hard candy
etched its way
into the table top,
livid as Irish pecans
embarking on
a thoughtless adventure,
able and alive,
like every beacon
readily visible
along the blue beach.
Call loudly
to the knaves
and dull witted barkers,
waving tired elbows
and genitals
from the balcony
like endangered species
walled into
soundless villages
and sleeping
with frayed memories
and homeless
black pigeons
adrift in
soundless mirrors,
with wordless voices.