Shore Bird

Shore Bird

Disseminate the tetrodotoxin through a foreign liver

Incapable of handling the potency of these hours

Parading in pungent practice that answers rest

In phantom conversations I will never have

The quills of these vagabond words prick

Yet never touch, pain, but fail to register as present

On the roll call of this conference bartering

Conversation for stares at a white ceiling

I am torn asunder in this disappointment

In the wake of reactions and actions belted out

Like floggings and boiler plates to substantiate

The bar bolts of what my neighborhood emotes

Hope a foul truffle, an abomination hunted and avoided

By the genus Sus, detected and

Subjected to every nervous inch of inspection

Yet, never actually read or seen, just perused in an approximate vicinity

Sniffed at with feral nostrils

Bleeding for a domesticated utopia

And the olfactory processes of St. Hubert’s hound

Are buried deep in the belly of a Dachshund

Grunting and snapping and never quite catching

On to the fact that all I ever wanted was right there on the fringe

Yet an eternity away in the nuance of compromise

Of the actual components that mattered to me

Not that structure of these surface tension ponds that I can not change

Move on in absolute and neither commend or condemn, but

Parcel a solace in the solidity of that which is by nature must

And focus on that which by its essence may

Or may not be, so that a pelican can finally land on solid shores

Without the shrill fetch of brine grating these nostrils

I prayed for you to find logs for this camp, and

My exhaustion in this stance is palpable as a medicinal opiate

To wallow again in the soap bath of bitter lonely