ZZZZZZZZZ

corny as it is
I wish I had some of those wings

but not for flying anything like high and free

just for being there under
formless like a weekend lie-in , duty free

if I think about them often enough
it might make them real?
fat chance -
they belong to someone else's poem
I gain nothing when I steal
sweet luxury

big warm and brown
this mother of a bird would have to come to me unbid
like she never did

at night
the thing which really ruffles my feathers
is
having a sense of individuality

sleep ...................
I have to be half-dead
before the bird trusts me enough to settle down on me