Yellow Feathers

Large blue sky and one yellow speck,

Nothing in my way, nothing out of my way, fall in hard, fall out hard,

Because I am flying of no check,

My little yellow feathers raped by the wind, a violent love.

An immeasurable freedom that hurts inside this bosom,

Lest I bash this small yellow chest against the brick,

Fly with large speed to abrase delicate body against buildings and mountains,

Smear blood and feathers, smear freedom and greatness.

My sharp beak rips lovingly, yes ferociously, at these soft feathers,

Such delicious-tasting feathers I grow on my useless cage of a body,

Let my useful gastronomical system turn yellow feathers,

Into golden colostrum, golden excreta, golden perineal ooze.

Look at me, now a bald non-eagle, exposed skin or dermatomed prison bars?

Scent of freedom emanating from my flesh as it begs to come out and play,

Hurts so good to drip yellow blood that turns into liquid gold mid-flight,

Scatter my golden freedom, let it grow into nothingness, 
Then shall I be most free.