Free Beating Bird

I’m not going anywhere

I’m going nowhere

To places you never seemed to dream of, love, so tall.

Brown with creek beds running a wild with color fish so small.

I’m soaring to a height, for you that is too bright, towards my kind of heavenly light.

So. now I bid thee and he goodnight, with my tender kisses tucked tight.

From those with wired, spoiled sight.

From those with fingers in noses and mouth, their genitals all about.

And yes, you hear me right hollering my tout

Of rushing and my going all throughout

Far away from this here clout

Off towards that free beating bird.