We got a new macbook yesterday, and in the process of migrating data from our old powerbook, I came across this poem that I forgot writing. It’s dated Dec. 15, 2004, for whatever that’s worth.

In the street, I saw
A mute macaw
He did not sing
or speak

A suicide note,
in birdling, wrote,
dangled from his beak.

“Goodbye cruel world.
I’m just a bird.
And, frankly, I am beat.”

A car came along –
more Vrooom than Song –
and spread him across
concrete.