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Tuesday, February 17, 2015

SERIOUSLY THINKING



While in search of
an emergency men's room
in the park
I passed a crow
just standing in the grass
paying no real attention
to me as I came within
a few (crow's) feet of him
and I thought for the first time
that it might not be so bad to 
come back as a crow
ya know
or maybe a starling
darling
just hangin' out in the park
scavenging for crumbs or popcorn
people drop
to supplement my usual
grasshoppers, grubs, and worms
and the occasional roadkill delicacy
my motto would be
Keep Calm And Carrion
I mean what's so great about being human 
anyway
as a lot of us really aren't anymore
and I wouldn't have to go to school
(that's why I wouldn't want to be a fish)
wouldn't sing no sad songs
'bout some fickle chick
who flew the coop
cuz we would mate for life
wouldn't have a buncha mouths to feed
for 18 years
cuz when they get their wings
they gonna fly
(bye)
yeah it might not be so bad
hangin round the supermarket
parking lot and givin y'all the evil eye
and I
wouldn't worry 'bout shit
but you would
as I glide indigo through the sky
like a stealth bomber
silent but deadly
ready
to drop its payload
right on toppa yo wittle head

24 comments:

  1. So this poem is my first thing to read today...
    Thank you! So much fun thinking of how the other half lives. I enjoyed the bounce and rhythm so much.

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  2. love this "what if" pondering.

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    1. Thanks, Laura. As Jimi Hendrix said, what if 6 were 9?

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  3. My first poem of the day, too, and am grinning my head off. I am right there with you, Timo!!!!! The wordplay is just so cool in this piece.

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    1. Sherry--I know that if you like it, it ain't too bad of a poem!

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  4. luv your wit; you made me smile

    have a nice Tuesday

    much love...

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  5. Stealth bomber releases_! Duck_!!!!!!
    __No.... sorry, it was a crow_!

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    1. Ha ha. Either way, it ain't gonna fun for the pedestrians, Doug!

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  6. Oh, I adore it! I am very keen on crows, but you have given me a whole new perspective. :)

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    1. Thanks, Rosemary. Gives me something to crow about.

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  7. I got bombed by a seagull yesterday when swimming. I doubt you would like to come back as a crow. I think you would miss those fickle chick songs...well the fickle chicks at least:)

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  8. Oh, this made me smile. I have dodged a few bombs. Delightful bird's eye view.

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    1. A pith helmet may be the answer--then you are prepared if they pith on you

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  9. crow poop on ur head
    means good luck, no sweat
    cow poop on ur foot,
    not good :)

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    1. Mamas, don't let yer babies grow up to eat cow pies

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  10. Just read this quote from Toni Morrison, whose birthday was yesterday. I think it is from her book Song of Solomon: "You wanna fly, you gotta give up the shit that weighs you down." :)

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    1. Ha ha...I'd be giving it up, as in my last few lines!

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  11. sound reasoning. crows are damn smart, like this pen ~

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