(Note: read best aloud in James Donald Forbes McCann‘s accent & cadence – sorry if that’s appropriation)
tonight,
a bird without song
landed on my chest
heavy
a big bird
maybe a childhood wound
yellowed, tarred, and feathered with age
the point is,
there was no song!
let’s not get caught up in the details
I’m sad!!!!
and still,
it’s all a dream
it’s just a dream
& I dream I am free
I’m happy!!
Recently, I had a thirsty dream
starring James Donald Forbes McCann
(let me tell you,
– it was nothing you could plan)
In this dream I complimented him
then surprisingly he me
(as in my poetry!)
Then, lo! I touched his arm
then surprisingly he mine
and beamingly he chimed:
It’s amazing, human touch,
for connection 😉
James! You’re married!
I replied
And then I woke up,
thirstier than before
for another man
Sorry, for using you,
James Donald Forbes McCann
Praying always for the success
of your catamaran plan! Ho!
The Halfwit Writer