Love Is a Crow - Jealous Of The Birds, Ryan Vail

[Spoken}

If I had it my way

Everybody would be sipping drinks the color of persimmon bliss

There’d be strings of lights threaded through the trees

And every theist would have an apple slice smile

And all the paintings of my artist friends would be hung on the walls

And everyone would wear their favorite color and look each other in the eyes

All angelic

We would have the word 'Namaste' on our tongues like a pear drop

Acknowledging one another’s soul, flowering with true compassion

And nobody’s wrists would bleed out

But instead be kissed by the breath of an April day

And we’d lie down on a sunny lawn and just watch white yachts of clouds drift

across the sky

And our bodies would finally feel like our own, even before we learned to fear

them

And every boho-dharma bum-steampunk-weirdo would feel understood

And loved

And accepted

Little girl with a pink flirt around your collar

We comb the beach and find cracked sand dollars

Craving cigarettes and a Ford Cortina

See the thunderclouds

Hot as Argentina

Bodies in the blue screen light, get into me

Fluttering like two box kites, get into me

Am I going home to my bed?

Zig-zag amalgam, my friend

Am I going home to my bed?

Zig-zag amalgam my friend

Love is a crow that I hit with a stone

Love is a crow that I hit with a stone

Soft, mall sofa like the itch of grass and bug bites

Yellow as a lemon when dropped into a tall glass of Sprite

Mexican skies burn blue in your irises

I had a dream that we walked between the Cypresses

Love is a crow that I hit with a stone

Love is a crow that I hit with a stone

Love is a crow that I hit with a stone

Love is a crow that I hit with a stone