[Cadaverous Pallor]

Bright Eyes, like Dylan
Writes of New York with folk style
Raw, honest voices.

Mama bird wiggles,
Fuzzy babies wiggle too.
She vomits their food.

I let the plant die.
Why don't I care about life
When it's in plant form?

The porch needs a rinse.
Rains don't reach. People below.
I can't rinse, either.