Homing Pigeon (Draft 5)

Last time princess Catherine was
here to sing an interlude, she stunned
me with a kiss and her homing pigeon,
Mary Wing the 5th

Dear Cathy had said
the King forbids me to ever return.

She left me no instructions to learn
and the staying bird said nothing, but I

wrote my love poems in
the emptiness of the nights, until

I latched onto a flying thought
and attached a flash drive
to attire the bird’s foot.

Fly home pigeon
fly. You carry
the dreams of the sky
the whiffs of love puffs.

The sky blue fell.

Cusses in the custard
and egg on the face
days were eaten, then

A crawling snail,
Charlie the 2nd
brought forth
some snail mail:

To wit to the witless:
Mary Wing has joined us
at the Bird Liberation Front.
N.B. : Nota birdie bene sic

we’re reading your chick verse
on our avian computer, and
for notes and song,

go fly a kite because
we don’t carry messages anymore.

C’est dommage
this pitiful shame pain

Cocooned in tragedy
Quelle honte cette tragédie

C’est un motif de pitié, but

Through a window to the sky I shouted:
tune me pity’s tat-tat
like a woodpecker’s drum

and I thumped the wood floor
like the elephant in a room
when the pity party is over

and then there was a thump on the door
and a knock, knock, knock

and a song from Heaven

“Catherine you’re here!”

“It is I”

“How come you thump my door”

“A little bird told me to come.”

This time
the melody lived in play
while the dragons were away.

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Homing Pigeon (Draft 1)

Last time princess Catherine was
here to sing an interlude, she stunned
me with a kiss and her homing pigeon,
Mary Wing the 5th

Dear Cathy had said
the King forbids me to ever return.

She left me no instructions to learn
and the staying bird said nothing, but I

wrote my love poems in
the emptiness of the nights, until

I latched onto a flying thought
and attached a flash drive
to attire the bird’s foot.

Fly home pigeon
fly. You carry
the dreams of the sky
the whiffs of love puffs.

The sky blue fell.

Cusses in the custard
and egg on the face
days were eaten, then

A crawling snail,
Charlie the 2nd
brought forth
some snail mail:

To wit to the witless:
Mary Wing has joined us
at the Bird Liberation Front.
N.B. : Nota birdie bene sic

we’re reading your chick verse
on our avian computer, and
for notes and song,

go fly a kite because
we don’t carry messages anymore.

Homing Pigeon (Draft 0 notes)

Last time princess Catherine was
here for a moment, she
left me a kiss and her
homing pigeon, Mary Wing the 5th

Dear Cathy had said
the King forbids me to ever return.

She left me without instructions
and the bird said nothing, but

I wrote my love poems
in the emptiness of the nights, until

I thought to
attach a flash drive
to the bird’s leg.

Fly home pigeon
fly. You carry
the dreams of the sky
the whiffs of love puffs.

The sky blue fell.

Cusses in the custard
and egg on the face
days were eaten, then

A snail,
Charlie the 2nd
brought snail mail:

To wit to the witless:
Mary Wing has joined us
at the Bird Liberation Front.
We’re reading your verse
on our avian computer, and
go fly a kite because
we don’t carry messages anymore.

News from Limbo 5 : SUCCESS

Arrival

Well, I don’t know what was really happening but a miracle happened:

TASHKENT, UZ 11/16/2017 2:42 P.M. Delivered

Hooray! I was looking on the internet and apparently this sort of thing happens all the time and it’s just routine snafus and not everyone imagines so much intrigue. Apparently it happens for no particular reason or for some amorphous ordinary paperwork airplane shuffle. Well so there goes all the excitement and it becomes just another book on a shelf waiting for a reader.

News from Limbo 4

The vocabulary of obfuscation is very confusing. I wasn’t sure what “clearing” was — I thought it had something to do with washing acne and removing the pus from something. But anyway, I finally looked at one of the question mark hover things and it said “has cleared customs.” Well, yeah, that’s sort of what I was thinking — “customs”. I know that word a little, so why didn’t they use that. But anyway, now that it’s cleared customs there’s new vocabulary: Government regulatory agency. I guess I’ll have to wait for another question mark that I can hover over. I think maybe that they’re assuming that the bookstore won’t like the book and when they throw it away, they’ll pollute a river, or maybe if it’s a creek it’ll dam it up like a beaver does with a log, and a lake will form and then beavers will come and dam up more rivers and creeks until with the next heavy freak rain that the dams will break and the village will be flooded. It’s sort of like the “butterfly effect” but with beavers. But I’m not sure they have beavers. Maybe someone is trying to illegally import beavers, but I don’t think any beavers could have gotten into my package…