Cactus Seed

Radiant notes piercing my narrow-chested room, beating down through my ceiling-- smeared with unshapen belly-prints of dreams drifted out of old smokes-- trillions of icily peltering notes out of just one canary, all grown to song as a plant to its stalk, from too long craning at a sky-light and a square of second-hand blue.

Silvery-strident throat-- so assiduously serenading my brain, flinching under the glittering hail of your notes-- were you not safe behind... rats know what thickness of... plastered wall... I might fathom your golden delirium with throttle of finger and thumb shutting valve of bright song.