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Corporate Kafka Daymare

by David Hill

Bridget in the break room says,
“I’m a dit on a dot,
a bit on a byte,”
and I have to agree,
she’s right.

As for me, it’s
time for flight!

Shiny in the sun,
my two-tone wing tips
pop an acorn.
The tassels toss,
ready for takeoff.
I think it,
feel it,
crouch, then spring!
Sprout feather, beak,
tail and wing,
bing bing bing!

At long, long last,
my enormous bowel movements!
a clean white poot.
My colossal vocabulary!
a tweet, a twitter.
My big brain, a bird brain.

Thorny new toes,
slender as bones,
wrap round a coarse bark branch.
I toss back a fresh beaked bug,
rare back and blow cool
a call-respond jazz riff
to the endless empty sky,
and never ask it why.


Author's Note: Uppity up, away...

Posted on 10/16/2008
Copyright © 2023 David Hill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/16/08 at 02:42 AM

Clearly, you're having too much fun. Knock it off. Heh. Very, very playful language and word play. I love it.

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