Flying Refuse

Saint Paul, 27 June 2016

We're germinated through the soil of refuse

Popping through leafy matter and pot shards

Two reflective safety mirrors for sight

that betray our central narrative

which is a lie

Hurricane glass pushes through our skin

oxidized metals flanges in the subdural

like notes stored on a piano roll

Our actions are autonomous

but nonetheless random

Disposable batteries with little reactive life

causing a racket clapping brass cymbals

like monkeys in a storefront orchestra

as if the only way a bird can survive

is to remain in flight