Blue Jay/War Plane

The day I let go of you I fell off the monkey bars at the playground Skinned knees and road rash palms, Like a lonely desperado in the sunset I walked off. I was never good at holding on anyway You are a kite in the tallest tree Stark color in the leaves You look so beautiful just out of my reach and I Would hold your string like a bird’s wing. An ineffective way to fly. Broken wing blue jay Are you a bird or a warplane? The improbable flight of man turned in on its self You do dive bomb cartwheels in the sky Turning and turning Burning bombs before they fall The day you let go of me You fell off of my trampoline I won’t push you up any longer Not while you push me down To the ground Elastic fibers stretch lower and lower As you fly higher and higher Until I brush against the rocks And you Can touch The storm clouds You start thunder with your finger tips Electric traveling at the speed of light, the speed of sound until lightning strikes down always in the same place but different frequencies You could make the thunder clap in whispers But you still wouldn’t hear me And you, war plane Can you navigate the storm you create? While you are whipped by winds of your own will, I am down on the ground Drinking drops of the Dramamine downpour Warplane Your smoke is the color of blue jays Agent orange underbelly Flying toxic in the clouds till you crash in my backyard Blue jay, warplane, Do you remember who you are?