dumb pluck cluck luck

down hair
twigs grass
expertly woven
eager circles drawn
in natural lines
around the tender
things that need
to be kept safe
and soft and
sheltered

you can't trust your friends
they will betray you with a love less blinding
and then at the end
they may admit that you were
missing something

marvel me
in this nest the parts
of me kept secret
kept away
from the wind and
all those things
that would grab them
in the dark
in my absence

and no one remembers 
even one word that left your mouth
all the melodies were stolen
from songs by someone else
you're out of time and inspiration
filled with self pity and fear
and all the dreams that haven't dried up
are slowly drowning in your tears


more yellow birds,
more yellow birds
the dim interior

but i have walked on
too many eggshells
and despite my best efforts
the only things hatching
in my tended circles
are brown and broken

stillborn in the silence
and the wind
of too many words

just don't forget
that it's dumb luck that got you here
don't fool yourself,
misfortune's waiting for the best time
to appear 
to make it clear
that all the courage
and the talent that you had
was just in dreams
and when you wake up
you will beg to get it back
to get it back