Hurling Crowbirds at Mockingbars.

When I said that this might be my favourite Buddy Wakefield poem, I was obviously forgetting about 'Hurling Crowbirds at Mockingbars.' Because it is definitely my favourite. This is the first poem of his that I ever heard. It was the poem that made me start reading poetry.

If we were created in God's image
then when God was a child
he smushed fire ants with his fingertips
and avoided tough questions.
There are ways around being the go-to person
even for ourselves
even when the answer is clear
like the holy water Gentiles would drink
before they realized Forgiveness
is the release of all hope for a better past.

I thought those were chime shells in your pocket
so I chucked a quarter at it
hoping to hear some part of you
respond on a high note.
You acted like I was hurling crowbirds at mockingbars
and abandoned me for not making sense.
Evidently, I don't experience things as rationally as you do.

For example, I know mercy
when I have enough money to change the jukebox at a gay bar.
You know mercy 
whenever someone shoves a stick of morphine 
straight up into your heart.
goddam 
It felt amazing 
the days you were happy to see me.

So I smashed a beehive against the ocean
to try and make our splash last longer.
Remember all the honey
it had me looking like a jellyfish ape
but you
you walked off the water in a porcupine of light
strands of gold
drizzled out to the tips of your wasps.
This 
its an apology letter to the both of us
for how long it took me to let things go.

It was not my intention to make such a 
production of the emptiness between us
playing tuba on the tombstone of a soprano
to try and keep some dead singer's perspective alive.
It's just that I could of swore you had sung me a love song back there
and that you meant it
but I guess some people just chew with their mouth open.

So I ate ear plugs alive with my throat
hoping they'd get lodged deep enough inside the empty spots
that I wouldn't have to hear to leave me
so I wouldn't have to listen to my heart keep saying
all my eggs were in a basket of red flags
all my eyes to a bucket of blindfolds
in the cupboard with the muzzles and the gauze
you know I didn't mean to speed so far out and off
trying to drive your nickels to the well
when you were happy to let them wishes drop.

But I still show up for gentleman practice
in the company of lead dancers
hoping their grace will get stuck in my shoes.
Is that a handsome shadow on my breath, sweet woman
or is it a cattle call
in a school of fish? Dance with me
less like a waltz for panic
more for the way we'd hoped to swing
the night we took off everything
and we were swinging for the fences.

Don't hold it against
my love
you know I want to breathe deeper than this
I didn't mean to look so serious
didn't mean to act like filthy floor
didn't mean to turn us both into some cutting board
but there were knives stuck 
in the words where I came from
too much time in the back of my words.
I pulled knives from my back and my words
I cut trombones from the moment you slipped away.

And I know it left me looking like a knife fight, lady
yeah I know it left me feeling like a shotgun shell
you know I know I mighta gone and lost my breath
but I wanna show you how I found my breath
to death
it was buried under all the wind instruments
hidden in your castanets
goddamn
if you ever want to know how it felt when you left
if you even want to come inside
just knock on the spot
where I finally pressed stop
playing musical chairs with your exit signs.

I'm gonna cause you a miracle
when you see the way I kept God's image alive.

Forgiveness 
is for anybody
who needs safe passage though my mind.

If I really was created in God's image
then when God was a boy
he wanted to grow up to be a man
a good man
and when God was a man
a good man
he started telling the truth in order to get honest responses.
He'd say
"yeah, I know
I really should of wore my cross
again
but I don't want to scare the Gentiles off."


(Buddy Wakefield)