Occupy My Slumber Chamber, Wild Bird.

By Robert Herbert

Buzzard pecks the glass pane that frames outsides.

He is pretty pissed about something.


I let him in, he beaksnaps my smoking jacket.

“Say something, you stupid bird, bogle me

less at such an hour as this, the gay sun

is still to galivant this way and you


should be nesting.” He perches on the shelf

for the poetry books and squawks, livid,

stomping now like a trooper. I could kill

him, and as I guage this ill, it becomes clear,


he is comparing the vague emptiness

of my bookshelves to a totalitarian regime.

He wants me to flail freestyle for freedom,

to scorn my propaganda in a false past,

to write better poems, that maybe outlast

links I like, I post, on Facebook, about David Graeber.


Robert Herbert’s debut collection of poems entitled, Pangs! & Intermittences, is forthcoming from Knives Forks & Spoons Press. The poem presented here is an Intermittence. Other works have appeared in Stop Sharpening Your Knives 3 and 4, Kritya, Magma, Gallous, Poetry Proper, Ink Sweat and Tears, Brand, and 3am Magazine. He solicits poems for the e-zine, Digital Behemoth, see http://digitalbehemoth.tumblr.com/ He has performed his poems at Wells Poetry Next The Sea, Flatlake Literary and Arts Festival, The Poetry Library, and The Seamus Heaney Centre.


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