NaPM April 27, 2018

[vagabond]

blackbirds in haddam

birds´ song was always there.
we amplified the melody,
a curious experience,
the heavy bass vibrates.

we breed the blackbirds fast,
stating they are tame, not fit to fly
while covertly knowing well
they can.

all the blackbirds will be gone
and homeless in the longer run,
refusing their elaborated shacks
of salt and glass and iron.

wild blackbirds, as we found,
already are a nuisance,
spreading their minuscule turds,
unfertilizing gardens.

we chase the blackbirds out on sea
and out of sight
to waste away,
but blackbirds do not really die.

regarding blackbirds time dilates.
looking at them closely vision fades,
the blackness in our eyes
dilates.

but there´s still time 
to scribble writings on the beach
and listen to decaying songs.

blackbirds on a blind moon.
blackbirds and the blue light.

ok, it´s not a 13 ways poem, but it was inspired by stevens´ poem at least
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looking at blackbirds in haddam

we breed the blackbirds fast
and heavy, stating that they would not fly
but covertly knowing
that they can.

admittedly, wild blackbirds are a nuicance,
for sidewalks, yards, they do not pick
while leaving their minuscule turds.

all the blackbirds, homeless
in the long run,
although we make elaborated shacks
in salt and glass and iron.

out on sea
the blackbirds do not drown
water will dissolve their bones
into clams and crabs and fish.

time dilates
when looking at a blackbird.
it just stays the same, apparently,
while changing you.

pupils will dilate
when looking at a blackbird
close enough.