On the bright side...
Shine brighter blue than
sapphires,
bloodier than the red of
rubies,
he wove a partial tapestry
of full of despair,
at least it makes good
fodder for movies.
Silliness
A parrot on my shoulder,
for me she lays eggs.
But who is behind that
curtain?
I see a strong set of
legs.
Of beaks and wishes
Her beak is huge and
bicolored-
cream and black,
set a wish on a penny toss
and never get it back.
Friends, lovers, birds
I have no one for company,
save some birds and
perhaps a muse.
Is life really composed
this way?
Some say it's just a
ruse...
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