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.

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.