POEM: LOVEBIRDS (W/ MUSIC) [6:39m]: Play Now | Play in Popup

 

 POEM: LOVEBIRDS [1:20m]: Play Now | Play in Popup

POETRY PODCAST voice recording archive audio files

20070117

LOVEBIRDS

One day I wouldn’t care so much about being Right
If not being Right won’t break my heart in two.

For every Tear that I have shed
never fills
the wounds fingering like thread
through this Life, like Desert—unwed.

I have counted all the Madness
in the eyes of Tragic lovers—
who whither in Selfish Pride
taking “what’s yours”
keeping “what’s mine”

These Birds we hold within our hearts—
they open their beaks wide:

ask not of Mother for their love,
ask not of Father for their wares…

we are flocks—like them
one of the same feathers:

when one bird dies—so does another.

We are a team of Love
and we die in strange opaqueness—

like lovers, we fade peripherally,
and when uniting: we form an Arrow.

It is not cupid that makes us sting with Cravings—

rather, Destiny pulls us straight through its linear valve:

and spits us out into spontaneous depth of timelessness.

Our boundaries make us human.

Our love breaks us free.