BURN YR

i am sitting in the park watching and listening to the birds
just performing bread tricks and whistling fancy, just chirping
for the birds all just pecking at the dirty ground

there are clouds rolling over
and every pedestrian is dosing on sunbeams.

i last saw him in the bottom of the creek, dancing
two steps ahead of the beat
syncopated with the birds
laying on the porch

a box of matches next
to a potion of milk ash
everything dissolves, it is all okay