chipped beaks raised sky high
saluting my hunger
day by day i learn the same things
that our stomachs remain angry
and patience is such a tease
looking up towards white
light fixtures sputter god
am i dreaming?
this comfy cloud
these conscious legs
just keep flailing about
down the viscous ground.
these wings weren't made just to wait my turn
tell me, whens it my time to rise with the sun?
modern comfort splurged on generous quills
these tempered twigs aint no harpstrung heaven.