BIRDS ARE SPIES THEY REPORT TO THE TREES


Is Subjective Lyrics

to give a slowsorrowful reading
a few brass coins
clutched in my bony fists
gathered together
in one room
for the first time

born three years ahead of time
nineteen seventy-nine
throwing shoes at passing cars
fitting initiation
attacked your books with a knife
convincing me you have
nothing to say
the smell of your own work
is the smell of death

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