ODE TO BIRD OUTSIDE HOUSE
Sunday, February 25, 2007


i'ma kill the living shit outta you, birdie.
i hate your freakin guts.
that chirpin of yours is pluckin my last nerve
you're not cute
get a new tune, or fly away.
fly to some 'ou-ii' is-the-cutest-cound-a-bird-can-make-and-no one-could-ever-get-sick-of-it-for-a-million-years world'
get a new tune,or fly away.


{12:36 AM}


AINT

vanessa paul
sixteen

NO
In my field of paper flowers and candied clouds of multiply
I lye inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me

OTHER