bird flap in the hip and even morning



Just picked up a
Tin of coffee and some saline solution for my eyes .. 

Thinking about
Her hips 
&
Dropping off her famous local quiche at a posh, hip
Coffee shop in
The downtown quadrant .. 

Shit,
People absolutely go to outward lengths
To either be hip
Or hermits,
I suppose .. 

This,
As the simplicity 
Grabs me by the hair,
About
My sack and skins .. 

I pull to the red light .. 

Just an average
Traffic obedience .. 

Turn down the music a little,
& watch a bird tousle with a butterfly/moth .. 

He can't quite get his beak around
The prize
As I watch
&
Cheer
For
This little fluttering thing
Of morning
&
The
Delicious food
He's fighting for ..