Photog by Peter Vidani
Made for Tumblr
Where are all the birds

hint at it,
not so much achieve
go and glance at it,
drop some self containing sparks of it
secretly stir into coffee
drink a cup of it,
did you stop and
think to try and digest it?
confession:
im currently repressing
every thought of it,
and in return,
it spills its sickness
burns a hole into weakness
so the blisters simmer
and grow, and
pop synchronized
with every silent
sunrise.