Fair play goes foul
When dames turn to ducks,
But only if you see it that way.
I see it that way.
I respond always in the literal,
Never check for the symbol
Until my mind is clear
And not a ray of sun escapes the day.
And by that time my mind's
So set against rhyme and reason
My mind makes up the world's
And the o-zone stays solid in my stead.

Sated civilization, that's the code
For the fowl-to-fellow concept.
After being grounded for so long
Don't we all wish to fly?
If you wanna go then go ahead
If birds can't fly, they sing,
Its cell swings
With the weight of confined dreams
And the steady beat
Of warbling octaves, heartbeats
In her throat.