Fourth Finch

• Three golden Finches
  
  never seen a fourth,
  
  makes me want to juggle
  
  makes me want to paint the floor...
  
  
  bright yellow, with black borders
  
  sprinkled thistle, suet stripes
  
  makes me wanna roll around
  
  naked,jaundiced,shitting white.
  
  
  
  I am number four
  
  the one you never see.
  
  I am the ghostbird
  
  that has no family tree
  
  
  Three finches
  
  are all you'll ever see
  
  fourth one flutters on my floor
  
  fourth one is me.
  
  
  I drink, licking humidity
  
  lift shades , tongue window,
  
  inhale fleas.
  
  I am  number four
  
  you'll never ever see.
  
  
  Three golden Finches
  
  chirp and flirt
  
  they circle , climb
  
  and dive towards earth
  
  
  I'm number four
  
  I'm pain in paint, I'm dry
  
  too tired to find the sky
  
  too sick to even try
  
  
  
  I am number four
  
  the one that can't be seen
  
  I'm always here, always in fear
  
  I'm always stuck to me.
  
  
  Three golden Finches
  
  bird the bath

they nuzzle chests

they splish their splash



I'm number four

I won't be there

I'm the ghostbird

I'm staying here