Midnight snacks and joints that crack
The consequence of needs not flaunted.
Dreaming is hard when what you desire
Is beyond imagination.
In the meantime I keep
A dead bird in my pocket
Robin red breasted
Dressed to impress,
Imbue me with your majesty
So I can pretend at confidence
Until it’s not pretend.
Don’t be a mute canary
In the coalmine
Silent when we need your shrill chirp.
In death give me your sense for emergency
And a voice to match.
All these things and more I’ll do
Until I wake up by surprise
To find a new sunrise
Finding a world, no longer in disguise.
– Vagabond Prophet
– Thanks @josy57 for the prompt “a dead bird in my pocket”
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