Panic Bird
Your glee is my medicine
greening from grey
lighting the heart
so as to make
the room dance --
a panic bird escaped
from your chest
during your nap:
I traced the outer
portion of your lips
with a blue magic marker --
we should have a talk.
greening from grey
lighting the heart
so as to make
the room dance --
a panic bird escaped
from your chest
during your nap:
I traced the outer
portion of your lips
with a blue magic marker --
we should have a talk.
posted by Todd Colby at 7:49 AM
4 Comments:
just beautiful... you are one of my favorite poets.
Brilliant as always, Todd. Let's get caught up. Let's record. You are an f'in' genius, sir. Always!
BAIII
Hiya Billy! Imagine meeting you here! Thanks for dropping by. I'd love to catch up and make some music.
who can nap with a panic bird in their chest? jesus that person must be really tired. I knew a punk rawk singer who once passed out after a show while in the middle of a long tour with a panic bird in his leg, but that's totally different. -John
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