am i blackbird

by lazloholyfield

Posted to Poetry on 2001-12-01 19:10:00

and so they sit like black birds on a post
their black oily eyes and feathers of happestance
they with their bolwling shoes and their derby hats
floating in strems of garbage and of grime
soon uopn the windows of the rabid south
thier heat breath and daring, dowling, daring grins
will with buster keaton stalk our
memories,
then when all is gastlly and grey thier smilles of rotted teeth will
lift
away and swine will dance and kings will squeel and all the
merry boys of spring
will
dine on the high hopes of tomorrow
finding at their table a lost youth and a final spirit
of woe
and the familys of the wild birds creeping towards the southern gates
stills born of rape and dubauchary
finally get their due being lawers or debutants without
liscence
and I will drive slowlly down avenues and streets looking
for the silent lonly elephant type
depression on the lost lips of whores and hookers-
who are whores with style and all their teeth and
trackless arms-
who then will i find there
my high school english teacher
or yours
or his
and when all this finally comes to a close will i smille with no teeth
through my greesy and ‘
oily eyes and wings upon the fence.

a.k.akeson