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Can't You Imagine a Pink Bald Starling

The sorry starling
Who lost his feathers
Like coloured oil
Leaked from a truck........
Or maybe a broken pickup.

Like cleaning sick up
Off a beautiful girl;
Tryin to compose,
Her bodies uh twirlin,
Her minds uh swirlin,
Her throats uh gurglin.

Reciting prose while
Lovers become foes,
Warmth in love,
Love in the cold,
Frostbite glistens
on broken toes.

The starling shivers,
The moonlight quivers,
While at night, out of
Sight, collecting rainbow
Oil coloured feathers
For a starling jacket
Made of bird hair.

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