When The Robin Injects Novocaine

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Robin named before and continue nameless as advocated for,
The song birds are mocking thy migratory trance. Listening to incense burn
And white-hair dreaded
Extroverts
Claim the Earth’s turn.

I mute the madcap and devise a plan to ensnare
The song of air.

I fasten a shoelace around the nozzle
Of a water bottle stocked with its liquid fetus.

I tie the loose end to a hook secured to the stucco ceiling,
Air then spins the bottle
While sunlight flays a fractured prism
Inside the plastic.

& Robin
Perched on the stop sign
Browsing thy surroundings
For a bit of fodder-

Hear this song from my window
& celebrate the ability
To split the crescendo into two
While thou mounts
The invisible world.

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