Ugh, Another Hipster FAD.

Ugh, another hipster FAD.

(Confused?)

you’ll never be as cool as a motor protein

six word poem 3/17

Prompt: “Can you please write a poem about getting lost in a book? (Thanks!)”

Holy shit, that’s a big book. 

Sexually Harassed by Pidgey 

I think I am possibly the only person in London who notices the mating dance of the urban pigeons. I also think I talk about it too much, it makes people uncomfortable. 

“They do this little dance!” I tell my London friends. 

“Do they?” I know Londoners, they are being polite, but this turn of conversation has made them feel a bit awkward. Just a tad awkward. 

“Yes. The boy pigeon rustles up his feathers and coos in a special way, then he chases the female with his tail feathers all spread out and tries to mount her. It’s really cute.” 

Nobody will quite meet my eye. I demonstrate my pigeon coo. It doesn’t make the situation any better. 

Later I am eating my lunch on a park bench. There are pigeons hanging around trying to mate. The boy pigeon is trying really hard, but he is obviously unattractive. None of the females will let him get close. 

I feel sorry for poor rejected pidgey, so I feed him a corner of my sandwich. He gobbles it up. The other pigeons take the moment he is distracted as an opportunity to fly away. 

Pidgey is giving me the eye now. He rustles up his feathers and coos seductively. It’s awkward because there are no other pigeons around, he is cooing for me and I don’t like it. 

“I am a lesbian” I turn him down politely. 

He coos louder. People are looking. I shuffle to the other side of the bench. 

He rushes at me with his tail spread. I move my foot out of the way. 

I can’t get a moment of peace in this bloody city. 

I don’t under stand racism

because people are like eggs

some have light shells and some have dark shells

but there’s no point differentiating them

because they all taste the same once you crack them open and empty their guts on the frying pan