Michael McGuire Broken Bird
BROKEN BIRD
© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
You don’t have to have wings to want to learn to fly, you don’t have to
doubt the truth to believe in a lie, he was his own creation in his view
from the treetops, he could see way down Paragon Mills past where the
farmland stops, early morning June, the world was a mystic presence, the
cool bark of the tree against his skin; he studied natures lessons, till one
day practicing flight the fated fall occurred, and he woke up on the
ground feeling like a broken bird. Since that day he has suffered from fear
of flying, and he has been a hard sell on what the rest ofthe world was
buying, the world seem to lose it’s meaning in expressing it’s brutal
truth, he had a head full of wonders and sorrows and a heart full of age
and youth, and there were rufffled feathers in the nest because he never
needed validation, there was a dictionary, for by the book
communication, but he was a different sort of flesh in need of an
undefinable word, in hope that the broken sky was in need of a broken
bird. Radio like the voice of some god kept the world in tune, ages spent
in the rhythm of his room, he got so good at losing himself he had no
need to hide, he felt like the truth needed an excuse so he just lied, was
there some kind of vengeance or just an unhealthy curiosity, sometimes
his meekness filled him with an impotent ferocity, tears fell hot and the
sobs nobody ever heard, bb gun in his hands crying over a broken bird.
Nov.98
