Robin Williams Drug Abuse: Hungry Robin

Hungry robin, missing stone from stone wall,
and tens of thousands of lady bugs.

The chirping, the dried pine cones inside brown
paper bags and an old man getting up from having
gotten fake wings long ago.

Legal settlements and the ‘I cannot tell you enough(s)’
sliding from crystal clear cheekbones, set bones,
and what she used to call ‘Her old bones.’

The wherewithal and the mentholated ankles, chest,
throat, bed sheets and the hands now under warm
sudsy water.

The knock is heard before it gets knocked over.
A grip round a twisted gift,
a waterway, a waterfall and a washcloth.

I did not say it because it wasn’t there to blow
on the dandelions and make the wishes. While
wishes dripped over my fingertips and bronze
statues played backgammon beneath green
depth-laden ovaryized oceans calm, breathing,
ceaselessly caressing the cliffs of Make Believe
and The We.

Colossus: Didn’t we dock all our boats between
your toes like you commanded us to from the dream,
from the west end of the market place filled up with
tumbleweeds, empty bottles with pictures of turkeys
on them and colorful cylinders that produce spark
and fire?

I hear the squeak-slide of the window opening,
the open mouth of a bucket,
the missing stone from stone wall dragging
itself ahead of thirty one tornadoes in a row,
and I touch the dressed up Gaul lying moan-filled
with invisible umbrellas and more lies.

A woman dressed in a bonnet made from bat wings,
a dress of raspberries, gloves of hyena tails, shoes of

green glass eyes, a scarf of live bullets who have no
firing caps and stockings of butterfly wings.

Bowed straight back chairs,
severed bow and arrows,
missing teeth from a toothless baby
and a handshake, an agreement to listen
to that child when it experiences its first
Indian giver retrieval, to record its facial
listening, the soul-sap standing still,
and the missing stone from the stone wall
colliding against the spaceless beating of
my heart.

May 27, 2009

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