My thoughts
are black birds
with blue
oil-sheen
wings
and mocking
cries.
They split
open my head,
and fly
en mass, out
into the
world.
A nuisance.
They crowd
tight-line wires
of communication,
and jeer at me
and everyone
who passes
beneath.
Flocks
of malevolence
twisting
reality -
flocking up
my life.
Soaring untethered
from limb
to horizon
to darker places
spreading sickness
and dis-ease.
Flocking black
bird thoughts,
screeching
and shitting on
every shiny thing.
