This morning the sky hung with feathered syntax
composed on wires.

I discovered abstract expressionist crows had Pollocked
the hood of my Prius.

A student once told me, Crows are attracted to shiny things
but don’t understand capitalism.

Q: What’s the difference between a banker and a crow?
A: Only one flies away with all your money.

I want to travel back in time on a giant crow
to warn Brandon Lee.

The collective noun for bankers is murder.
As in, “A murder of bankers funded arms dealers in Angola.”

Last night I dreamt I was a crow. Did that crow
dream he was me?