The Animal

The Animal

The pigeon man ate my heart out
I saw him sitting there but he didn’t see me
As he fed the pigeons
Three pigeons on each leg and one on his shoulder
My father sleeps, his one head out the window
I cannot hear the sound of thunder in this wind tunnel
I cannot speak
The things I have seen while giving flight
To a love that was underrated
My heart belongs to a lion
I love his pelt and covet his heart
O animal, your heart is wise beyond your years
I cut your paw and you tell me in a whisper
To never leave this place
So that’s what I do
But really I want to know
If you will throw that fat stake upon my heart
And give me something that is worth saving
Like the gospel of lions or worse yet, gazelles
That speak so gracefully within the wind
I touch that gazelle speak and it is as pink as day
I leave it upon the ocean, that pinkish bird that speaks to me
I let it fly upon the palms, o let it fly
My pinkish speech that I once lost but now I know
Will always be a part of me if I only stop to listen