Como es Bueno?
How is beautiful?
It is unique
It is countless endings
Never ending
Until it ends
I know what I’m writing
Is shit.
It is unworthy of a quick
Read through
And the point is lost
Even on me.
Maybe if my mind
Consisted of blue jays
Swift flight to infinite window pane
Hurtling towards death
I can pick up my broken beaked demons
Nurture and love it
Better than
I do myself.
