flicking night the birdy

25 Mar

night is a know it all bully,
seducing us with its claims on reality,
greedy in its stay,
dangling us all kinds of gargoyle moods to worship.
we ignore it and dream instead and
twilight returns.
it’s neither here nor there,
skipping absolutes as bad for complexion sky
splashing us bipolar drunk visions
and solstice tokens to be redeemed twice a year.
lover of change.

5 Responses to “flicking night the birdy”

  1. allaboutmanners March 25, 2014 at 11:56 am #


  2. kvennarad March 25, 2014 at 5:49 pm #

    I like that you look at it out of your right eye.

    • steve March 25, 2014 at 8:39 pm #

      I can see that with your gravatar and its right eye looking perturbed. Please don’t take this wrong way, but it always looks like she’s smelling her own arm pit. Anyway, I think i’ll write one of these posts with my right eye closed and see what happens…probably nothing, but maybe tomorrow morning i’ll try anyway or maybe tonight.

      • kvennarad March 26, 2014 at 7:10 am #

        The armpit – it’s an Irish thing, I think.

        • steve March 26, 2014 at 9:56 am #

          i always thought the armpit was of cro-magnon descent, but then again i’m biased. The Irish bought me many beers over the years.

          History is such a fuddy duddy anyway, pretending to wonder, but underneath its cool skin, behaving so desperately for order.

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