Love as a Bird

Love as a Bird

In the eye of this hurricane the wind shears

Are independent of the core

We are not intended for a forever

In a love for a bird with no beach to land

On an island of offerings

One mercurial in flight, ongoing despite

Wanting to tractor-beam passions

Lasso lessons, man with a daughter

In small-town waters hitch-post mortgage

Loose sense of who he is capable of being

Hope, a bird's career on the ropes

Of becoming some school, some-where

Morning and feathered night

Waking and sleeping early, late

Offspring another dependent being 

Hesitation to see support

Defensive of ability to give
Energy unfueled

Edge with questions about a camera

Equating to fuck yous, lost and bludgeoned

Half dead and stubborn, struggling

With depression that governs stabilities

Health on scatter-shot and fragile

Of what can just drive away from the parking lot

Progeny, not so subtle
Like picking up a stone from my own rumble

And whizzing it by my skull as if I lose focus

The drumming will come in duplicates from this thrall

Of beings who so easily disparage, living this hobbit

Life seems so much more safe and sad, repressed and crass

Horrible and cushioned, scared from moving

Instability in flutter wings, I don’t believe in love as a bird

 

Fear has trumped, doubt has won out, leaving means alone,

No phone calls, no speaking, vapid silence consumed by the soup
Guilt, worry, fear and exponential loneliness,
but at least I have averted another assailant