notes from above
birds forming coalitions
treetop caucus
clean slate of highrise policiies
tracking biounits
breaking platinum records
like they didn’t matter
what the coach did
where the drones hid
on hilltop perch
like that actress who’s made it
don’t trade in your old issues
because one day, everyone will want to read them
a boat or a bed made up for the special guests,
chocolate wafers on the pillow
illicit affairs of the heart, in shadows, in travels
taking my energy
a high pitched note
carried over morse code
tap tap tap, incompetent strategies
programming since birth
coding like its no tomorrow
tracing the tail bones of the mummified remains
like an egyptican from last year
faced with looming tornados
and trickster acrobats
we drink rum and coke in the afternoon
switching to nastrtiams and honeycomb in the early evening while dusk bound mosquitos whisper rhymes and rhythms of the down under to escaped convicts hustling a crust of bread, like they’re not worthy, or they’re most worthy.
if you die they’ll look at the things you had in your pockets
inspecting the minutiae of a life
i scribble my notes on it all
and forget the sordid accounts’
where i’m judging and mocking others
feeling sorry for their standard amounts
— it is hard to be an immigrant
although you are told you are welcome
in fact you ally with your homeland
and think nothing of what you’re about
in this town,
i laced the chilli with peppercorns
and the people are hardly aware
as we made you into our silence
we traced your remains to the lair.
