Thank you Christopher. Apparently it's my turn to put a different twist on your idea.
It’s all one big joke for the ravens,
me skidding across the new ice on my naked ass
butt-sliding to the middle where cracks
form ominously around me. You sit in the truck
laughing. One too many beers
makes anything funny, even a guy
trying to take a shit on the riverbank
and losing his footing. I toss my beer can
at those pesky black birds,
and they spin ‘round me cackling
with wings so shiny you’d think they stole
their perfect feathers right out of the hands
of god, pleased as any petty thief.
April 8, 2009