Page Twenty

To cook a bird,

Would be absurd,

Put as a thought, not said as a word.

For what goes unheard

Keeps reality blurred;

Secrets muttered,

Never occurred.

Dumbstruck drumstick dreams dangle down,

Daunting dilapidated dehydrated delirium,

Dejected dude, demanding delinquent discretion.

Defy dreaded Draculian drinks, draining.

Denounce Demonic, Devilish deeds,

Dumb deplorable damned dodo.

Desired: Denied.

Scarlet Ibis' wandering irises

Looks right,

Their left,

Back middle,

Gazing forward,

Pointing to Port

Stern stares at Starboard skies

Requesting attention with a Bow.

Pressing the Big Red Button

Looming doom in the air tonight.

Tick... Tick... Tick... Tick... BOOM! Dynamite.