I whistle a tune 

unbeknownst to all

subjugating aerodynamics

take flight in the V, they quack

no? I chose the letter G

 

I hum a melody

that pricks the ears of Grays

shall they

of the highest regard

the most

distinguished ornithological 

maestros

misunderstand

but it is my tune

and my own

so

fly fast, unfocused!

but I shall continue my G plunking journey

 

I lull the world a measure

wrinkling the snouts

of hosts whose laughs

too loud

whose ideas

too jaded 

whose quarter notes

too staccato

and no vibrato

D U L L  and fleeting

are their spirits

but mine will forever carry

such immortal symphonies

of metaphysical consciousness

in honor such, I loop the G and spit on the V

 

I whistle

I hum

I lull

however dynamic

stills sings the same song

so nauseating to raining rainbows

but to the real vomiting prisms?

diversity

it is my tune

and my own

and I a lonely wanderer

with the real rainbow in tow by Purple wagon

ring the G note aloud

and fly the G solo

 

ever wonder where the birds heard their tunes?