I spent an hour or so talking to the wall.
It carries me back to the way we once were. The way we talked to rocks or air or tree. The complete understanding that we as much from the earth and the universe as a tree or rock or pigeon with a missing toe. Hobbling around a busy city corner. With a GMO-corn chip in its mouth trying to bring it back to its young. But the masses of legs and feet swarm around it. People are late for everything. Their tensions hit the concrete. The pigeon feels the heat. Its sweating. Its cortisone levels are raised and it wants out. It wants home.
A young angry kid kicks the pigeon onto the road. His team just lost.
Fuck the birds.
We lost to the fucking Eagles.
Fuck every bird.
He kicks the pigeon with the missing toe on to the road and it hits the grill of an oncoming Dodge Ram. It pneumatic bones are easy crushed. The bird scampers. Trying to get back home. It struggles for breath it shattered wings flings open and closed. The wings have a breath of their own. It sprawls out it the middle the road rapidly expanding and contracting. The breath of fear, chaos, fight or flight but its not working. The pigeon with the missing toe's consciousness blurrs and it crushed on with the GMO-corn chip under a Toyota Prius. It sprays blood and feathers under the wheel well. Its beak is jammed into the rubber wheel.
It will stay there for two years.
Until the car exploded by misguided drone bomb. The operator was drunk lost a bet in Vegas and had to pay somebody sick and powerful back if was to keep his cock and his family. He was supposed to fire at a playground full of children but he missed and hit the car parked near the bay. The operator was thrown to dogs later to be tore a part piece by piece. The driver of the car went home after the explosion and still served dinner to his family that night. He stubbed his foot on the way to the dinner table. Hobbled over his family with a platter holding a whole chicken fed by GMO corn. The hobbling cause the chicken and drop through the air landing on ground. Thud and dust.
The chicken was subsequently thrown out because they mistakingly thought a whole peppercorn on the left breast was a mouse turd. In fact the chicken now tasted better then they could of imagined it. The fall caused the juices to spread throughout the chicken and the pepper dust from the ground provided the perfect amount of seasoning.