my bird...is...kind of...pretty...haha

i used to pass by this cage (of thoughts and shapes and pretty little pictures) on my way home to a smile of complete helplessness...the sort we construct when at a loss because we lost...all of us did...(lost the bid)...the auction where my bird was sold...hah my bird was not for sale...my bird never belonged to me.
the address on the front was the same as mine...which was great because the cage belonged to a bird i loved...a song bird unlike any...and everytime it would please me much...make me wish i was in one of my rhymes. because all my rhymes had a cozy bed in which my bird would lay...and then i would gaze from up above...which is basically pretty gay. my bird i loved and love...ahem...still...not that it matters at all. there must be something wrong with me, there must be a reason why i fall.
i asked the bird who lived in the cage if she would teach me how to fly...she said the keys belonged to someone else...and she didn't really have the time. that should've dissapointed me (because you know...) but it did not...i don't wish it had, i don't wish for alternate universes where i'd be happier than anyone else... in fact i'm quite satisfied...i mean to say that at least the cage is around...damnit. er...the cage is still around...yup...the cage is there. right here.
but now the address has changed...some foriegn land i do not know...some foriegn people to sing along to...some foriegn drinks to serve her smile...some foriegn hurts to break her in style.
some foriegn bird did steal my bird...you'll have to take my word on that...that my bird wasn't mine at all...my bird was foriegn all along...that's the reason why i fall...that's why i came up with my song.
my foriegn bird is showing off some feathers she did not have before...some wings, some things...some...i wish...there was more to this story...i wish i could've led her across the boring...boring...i wish i had grabbed her everytime i couldn't but i could've...my bird won (like it should've) because she's not my bird of song...i never wished for it...not once...i have full faith in what is right...but my bird...she took flight...and now she's out of sight.
i don't have materials...ideals...i have an idea...i have no ideas...i have one wish...i have plenty more where that came from...i want to watch just the one...slip around in shadows...but i want more...i am insanely sorry about being insane...wish i could do more... to play this game...unfair it is because i am handicapped...there was my face and the heart she lacked...that is just a lie. i promise you...i would never say such a thing as that because it would mean that i loved a bat. sometimes you don't have words to express anything...no words...just one word...my bird. that's two.
the oldest story on the planet is not often the most boring...a corny bird is pretty funny too...a bird...what bird? a song bird...what bird? my bird...of course. there's just so many pictures and so many paragraphs of the same thing which basically reads the same way because everything is about the same thing...sing...ring and lose my mind...if you could be so kind as to find...my bird.
no it was not a dream...it was the best time of my life...hahaha exagerations...not but really...at least i had hope...will a bit of dope replace the former? i sure hope so...hahaha.
foriegn drinks to serve her smile...foriegn birds will hurt my bird and i will be helpless to defend her...and if she doesn't run me over soon...i'm sure that thought will leave me...lost. so what else is new? you don't know my strength...neither do i...if somebody cheats my bird and still breathes...not for long will they enjoy that luxury...i can't do anything really...not that i have to...i'm not allowed to touch or pretend...i have to dream and that's how it ends.
i'm repeptitive apparently...very funny bird.
yes...so this cage...the address has changed...no wonder i don't dream much anymore...this cage where my bird lives...or at least just a couple of thoughts...and pictures...a couple of songs...a bit absurd...my bird...best bird on the planet...so goddamn chewable...juicy...i'd chew on that bird...but at the moment i'm only allowed to miss it. my bird would peck my ass off if my bird knew where i was...but my bird is a foriegn bird...that must be why i have no home...so...now we pay the cost. my foriegn bird will come back home but the address will still be changed...there is a reason why they keep song birds caged...i'm an idiot to be a non conformist in that respect...and that's something i'm sure to regret,
my bird has flown. as i should've known...
my bird was never really mine. therefore i get zero out of nine...

martin pale