Arithmetical Birds

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If you've never stared off into the distance,
then your life is a shame.

– Adam Duritz


There it is,
The horizon.
It spins and twirls
Like when Amy
Hit the Atmosphere.
Its enigma lures,
A veiled heaven,

Singing:

All your life is such a
Shame, shame, shame.
All your love is just a
Dream, dream, dream.

I found her in a gutter,
This Desert Life.
The day I was
Born.
I could hear the
Wood split as daddy
Chopped that winter,
Heard the buzzards
Circling,
Their wings heavy with
Frost.
Below them,

A Murder of One.

As The Past looked on
Writhing his hands
The Corvus crowed,
Singing:

You don't wanna waste your life,
Baby.
You don’t wanna waste your life,
Now darlin’.

Change,
Change,
Change.*


*Italicized lyrics in the poem's body from the Counting Crows’ “A Murder of One.”

--11-07-09--
© 2009 vagrant moon