Flew, too high

4/23/2022 Happy 23rd!

Spring ergonomics

Flew, too high
Con/Jur/d, 4/23/2022

My theory
haircut makes me look
birdlike, the Robins
remain more curious 
than afraid

A surface explanation
little like confronting
a blank page
a blinking cursor

Someone claimed
Joyce was all surface
no depth like Klimt’s Kiss
vs Munch’s Scream

as if 
the architects of depth
have some sort of control
denying the pretty things
eating the loam
aerating 

the earth,
yet like the rest of
us they build homes 
in the air

Eventually falling
no matter how high
they fly,
the Robin returns
to murder
the Worm

And it’s everpresent everywhere

The Google Photo assistant did not recognize Robin

Much love,

Con/Jur/d, 4/23/2022

PS: I was just about to hit send to everyone and Spotify randomly played Icarus by Aaron Taylor I found myself momentarily confused reading the title over and over again as if I was reading the lyrics: