Invite A Bird To Sit Upon Your Forehead

A bird

with no name

picks at my face.

No sense wishing it away,

this bird likes

me.

I’ve other friends,

flowers too –

ladies, babies –

and armfuls of sweet color!

 

My pecker and I

(not the penis pecker)

have agreed

life is

honeysuckled blossoms

no matter what sits on your face

or what face you sit upon.

 

(Just for now, go

elsewhere, sexy thoughts!)

We are all one countenance

and the sooner we believe

the sooner we love.

 

(Not that

sex

isn’t important) (it is)

(but just for a moment

invite a bird

to sit upon your forehead)

(first despair)

(then)

(Love)

Collage on Monopoly playing card

2 comments on “Invite A Bird To Sit Upon Your Forehead

  1. redmitten says:

    love love what you are doing!!!!

    and this:

    We are all one countenance

    and the sooner we believe

    the sooner we love.

    sometimes i can’t convince others that there are all these other dimensions….and then i come over here and tadah: here they are. thank you!!

    • hello! sherry, wow, this is such a great response, bummer i didn’t see it til now. you make such a huge difference in my life, so, as corny as this sounds, thank you for being you, being there, being here.

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