Blue Bird Revised Edit 1

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What is the bluebird as a sign?
The beaky flag imparts
a hidden man in poetry’s lore,
and calls about men's, "hearts."


In ink it strikes a double stress,
And signs an animal.
It’s taken as a captured man
No longer seminal.

A bluebird sang inside of me.
It warbled when a worm
Was swallowed by my bloating corpse,
and ached with every burn

I Sped toward bone necrosis.
In bottle necked pastimes,
I lurched my birdlike collar high
And threw away my prime.

My smokeless song went riding pale
Unbridled on a swine.
I gamboled in a drunken dell,
And quaffed with rotten rinds.


What I could not load to “do it,”
I chased by rolling dice.
The rain was all that reigned, and I
Supposed I’d wetly strive.

I sought to whet my passion.
I Enflamed my liver,
And chased a circling Paradox,
dulling thought with liquor.

My curses reeked of father stuff,
And sought to murder signs,
Of trilling birds that fly to whirs
Of buzzing power lines.

And so I see my brother now
Who rolls across cement
Pretending he’s an invalid
To beg another cent.

Embracing with a distant word,
I coax a cracking voice.
From out a fragile door he begs,
and fades as vacant noise.

Away from him I see a duct,
A woman charged with life.
Unclipped and free the bluebird flies,
To feel itself deprived.

But in a lonely ache that seeks
To drink the world up
We can learn to read the singing
That’s cheeping from a cup.

Because a word is prone to morph,
We can rename bluebirds.
reattribute what’s said as sweet,
to something that’s more blurred.

well, i was in a friendly mood, so I made myself read through all this assortment of cliches in hope to stumble across smth, which would catch my eye, lift my soul to some new level of purity of emotion, and thank God, I did:

But in a lonely ache that seeks
To drink the world up
We can learn to read the singing
That’s cheeping from a cup.

the first two lines are the only ones I responded to in the whole poem.