A pigeon mail for you
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"seventy two thousand plus nerves
thirty two white porcelain teeth
five liters of flowing red liquid
two hundred and six plastic bones
half a pound of hair of mixed colors
all camouflaged by a wet membrane
made to hold together for how long..
a breathing thing with a pulse beat
can the "I" of "ME" be ever this mess,
like the pigeon mail,alas,now I know,
its my trust in "me" that took me, a
pigeon, back straight home, to my heart"
thirty two white porcelain teeth
five liters of flowing red liquid
two hundred and six plastic bones
half a pound of hair of mixed colors
all camouflaged by a wet membrane
made to hold together for how long..
a breathing thing with a pulse beat
can the "I" of "ME" be ever this mess,
like the pigeon mail,alas,now I know,
its my trust in "me" that took me, a
pigeon, back straight home, to my heart"
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About this poem:
way back to home, heart, godhead or whatever.
way back to home, heart, godhead or whatever.
