Phase I
Azurean birds copulate in the feathery
Trees of Paradise while leanly long-limbed
Eve licks the juice that runs across crimson
Skin, one deep and delicious bite filling her throat.
Phase II
Cobalt birds tweet tempting tunes to rival
Even the temptress Helen, whose queenly
Persona keeps the ship of state afloat while
The crews of a thousand ships perish on alien soil.
Phase III
A sky of bird blue covers nests of mothers and
Their babes, free of fathers, as Mary caresses
Her own swelling belly, a fertile womb never sown
With lust and desire, foreign to paternal pleasure.
Phase IV
Clear-headed Sophia, in her belle-shaped gown,
Tarnished and a poor fit besides, leads her
Exaggerated happiness to avian gallows—blue,
Yes, but capable of contentment after all.

Phase a mass market that falls to pieces
when church meets water, copulate
in friend of Paradise while things which

teach how little there is that easily floats
licks the road curbs that runs across
crimson skin — one yellow and hot bite pooling

her throat. Phase II: cobalt birds
tweet your rearview mirror to rival even
the temptress Helen whose queenly persona

keeps the telephone lines of state
afloat while roofs and gins of each morning
perish on original soil. Something

never sown with lust and desire
shiny to your mood. Your headlights
clear-headed Sophia in, more, every small town,

tarnished and rice and soy and corn besides
leads her exaggerated happiness to a family
plot — Blue, yes, but capable of contentment

after all.

Ted Morrissey

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