“Bird Poem” —

I’m outside. (Rickety picnic bench,
by garage, next to sober house
where I live. Very pretty, ramshackle,
junk in the garage —
guy stuff, bikes, weights, shitty old DVDs —
left by previous tenants
who decided going out and drinking
seemed like a real good idea.
(But outside is nice, lots of trees,
right near artsy district downtown.)
Anyway, a bird decided to take a
dump on my laptop whilst I was
writing a poem. That shit was dark,
not that gross, mostly seeds…