MR Bird is coming

Green point pink nails
Coetzee is never far away
Just, once a week
Structurally organised somewhere

Golden opportunities
Fiftytwo times a year
Fifty more years to go
The week of dreams has just began

The morning is mine
Vladimir is butterflying in my head
After midnight
I have to  be at home

Knowing the fairytales
You know or understand
In between there is
Time for a new space

Fit for the pain
That is what she said
I felt it
When I saw you touching a little brown diamanted fur

And again I did' t see it coming
Unprepaired for all this giving
Trying to find words
In loads and loads of Spanish red

It is time to fly
My wings look like chicken
Jumping up and up
He is coming to town