hungry bird

©CNirvana

these combinations of letters sound like words

when the tongue hits the roof
but they taste like melted syrup

thick and dripping

not quite seaping in between the proper spots

of the french toast
the delectable treat that used to satisfy

bitterly left on the broken platter
talk, talk, talk
no ones listening anymore

the far away and dreaming sea gull
stole your breakfast again
silence may be deadly but
sometimes it's the only thing you need

fly away bird