Year
Birds of dark repute
one hears of us
in murders
or claims that we
mob the burbs
with our monochrome
Spare us the
bluejay nostalgia
We evolved on your
predatory roads
and held fast
to capitalism
We are feathered hope
As a squawking horde
we come coping
from the fields
one hears of us
in murders
or claims that we
mob the burbs
with our monochrome
Spare us the
bluejay nostalgia
We evolved on your
predatory roads
and held fast
to capitalism
We are feathered hope
As a squawking horde
we come coping
from the fields
Thu, 2017-09-14 00:22
#1
bnachumi
Do I have to comment? OK then: inspired by the NYT giving column inches to suburban complainers in the go-go aughts. Originally published in Open City, of blessed memory.