three notes (one suicide)

the bird is stuck
looping three notes
i cannot tell
if i am trapped
in a temporal anomaly
which would explain
more than a few of
the conundrums
dusted in doldrums
making every day
feel roughly and
the fucking same
or if it is an alarm
a last ditch measure
to warn me of my own
impending mortality

outside is still
no wind to rustle
through the chimes
the heavy clouds
have scared away
all of the planes
leaving the bird
warbling incessantly
the same three notes
an abstract abnormality
as i practice tying
thirteen loops
from the unrelenting
emptiness smothering
hazel aspirations
sunken eyes set in
this city of shatter
hanging myself from
the second hand as
it stutters in place

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