The Absence of Wavelength

Odd Bird/Fitful Constancy x) (MV)

Then, I just stop
Ask myself
How? Why,
Why am I in this place,
Halo off my face?

Shame, disgrace

Such an odd bird
To fly in your coop.

Feathers fly.
Why? How?
I did not try.

I don’t know…
I just stop,
Look at the door
That greeted me,
Spinning
Like a turnstile.

Only sidelong glances.
Not a smile.

So, I roost
For awhile.
You’re polite
Not to show me that door,
Take in your welcome mat.

I’m no dove,
Though I seek, seek…
Peace in this habitué,
Where I see dark,
Not a face
Of any of you.

I settle in more.
Cool, firm
Resting spot
That I got,
That I build up.

You steer the others away,
‘He’s not the one’
I imagine you’d say.
Wasn’t meant to be.

I’m afoul fowl,
Clueless rebel
I didn’t need to be.
If I hadn’t flown
Right through that door,
Such a clod,
Head like a woodpecker,
Hammering holes
With my face,
Gleefully
‘Til I’m tired…nap…

Just kill me in my sleep
Kill me, kill me
Can’t you see, see?

Don’t know what I’m doing.
I got a clue
I got the blues.
But it wasn’t from you.

Thanks
For putting up
With an odd duck.
Dumb luck
To struggle this way
Through life,
biding time.


9.4.23

Don’t need love.
Don’t want pity.
Just seek purpose.

Trying to write/share a poem a day. Not plugging tho. Like the wind, I lie, because I change my mind. I know how it makes you feel, but this constant doesn’t run through you,
fitful constantly. 


Poem begins in the middle of something longer, ongoing

10.27.23