Friday, January 1, 2010

the end of another decade

the pigeons had it right

they rooted like bored comedians on the phone lines

they shit on everything

the pigeons knew what love was

they had it all and gave it all up

they slept in the eaves of old buildings

they had their flight patterns and their whoring too

the pigeons had a few good nights

and a raft of bad mornings

the pigeons made up their dreams out of wind and a piece of sky

they had it easy

they had it made

they cooed like halfwits screwing in fetid air wells

but it wasn’t enough

and the pigeons knew it

it’d never be enough

so they gave up

without even a hat

and flew away