Kit Kelen #994 - million dollar chicken coop

994

million dollar chicken coop

if they could see me now

stumble bums

but they can’t

they can’t see me here

I’m under a number

assigned to an island

if they had the will

but they won’t

it wouldn’t matter where I went

or if I went altogether

lost among such selves as I

in one or under cover thereof

as if the earth were under

appearing as a poem

it has nothing to do with my shape

or how far stretched

it’s like I’m safe in the idea

of the picture

like I’m inside out

and see what they can only hear

they ask me how I do it

they can’t know what they’ve missed

even as ornament all magic in my tricks

and often to myself unknown

following along this trail have made

notes staved, word, image scattered

they’re in the scrum and under the roar

they would need special glasses

camouflaged fine fellow among creatures all

not a chance they’ll even see over the page

all on the rollercoaster we

I hear the python in the wall

no pity for the rats

hind paw high for stretch

having followed my arrow, this nose

and never arriving

I go on strike and nobody notices

go back to work, none the wiser

loud and clear as if calling the match

it’s an art to hide in this

get a good night’s rest in there

they can’t catch my song

hunting for beautiful objects

in the garbage sea

in rain’s imagination

my face down fall

having exploded already, taken off

run out of rocket

in low orbit

or out of this world

they won’t see me

not at all

hail fellows all

well met

in this sweet kiss

I’m left

I’m leaving

no one will see me go