It is Imperative That You Fail
No one can see the entrance to the optometrist.
Digging for coal all day in the canary mines
you have grown to espouse visions of red-
breasted warblers and encapsulated tongues.
No one can blame you for nightingale song.
Let’s get some bird of paradise glory
or mockingbird love. Only once in a while
goose eggs get laid. Trust Wide-Eyed Raven.
Trust Darling Crow. Trust Ole’ Peacock.
They know that your feathers go still
and slim as a jay hollowing out the night.
You know. They know that your beak brims
with snaps, snips, slaps and song. You know.
They see the dirge in your eyes, the duet
of cheeks, nocturnes and jingles all around.
They flock to you and your song.
Like a syringe in the sand you
won’t know until too late.
You did find me, but you
shouldn’t yell it was
never good for your
sleepily peel next
to sewage dumps.
PETER BURZYNSKI is a PhD student in Creative Writing-Poetry at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee. He holds an MFA in Poetry from The New School University and a MA in Polish Literature from Columbia University. In between studies, he has worked as a sous-chef in New York City and Milwaukee. Peter has poems forthcoming from RHINO, The Great Lakes Review, Thrush Poetry Review, Prick of the Spindle, White Stag Journal, Yes Poetry, and Forklift Ohio.
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