clipped wings

I got nothing for you,

inspiration,

not even all the interesting

people

walking

sitting

running

and kneeling

and crawling

with no birds flying around

the free food;

not that i noticed with my

face in my phone

peeking at this girl

i

secretly

secrete for,

while i pretend to search for the birds.

where are those god damn birds anyway?

one empty bottle turns into

two empty bottles

and the fowl i want still hasn’t

noticed me,

but one of the foul ones has,

but after two bottles,

who the fuck cares?

well, the morning;

yeah, the morning;

that’s who cares.

-JDR-