Birdshit on the Berlin Wall: Another Opinion
Hey
I would think like
a bird, a rules-minded one
rolling nothing: neither
eyes, nor boulders. Sorry.
You thought it was the green stuff.
I would be rules-driven and constitutional
wondering about nothing
because I needed to solve
a problem in heights and distances.
High-school trig to you
but the ritual that means morning to me.
Gathering urea to a greatness till it
could fly like an omelette conceived in hot love
turning and twisting but landing
right in a splatter of green and white
upon that unmissable target. A putsch on both
your hauses for interrupting
my flow without warning, for bringing
to nothing my daily mural.