bírds²

“The room was indeed empty. Every night the waves came in and bore her off on their great tides of sound, floating her, wide-eyed, toward morning.”

[bírds² @archaebacterial]

Probably ain’t dying on that hill, but hell, wouldn’t mind being buried there

[bírds² @archaebacterial]

Talkin ‘bout love
With the call of a catbird,
Howlin’ voices,
Paired to a nice word!

[bírds² @archaebacterial]

state highway
high beams,
and late night
bad dreams,
thank god - the roads stay empty!
long shadows
and cold calls
tight shoulders to free falls,
guardian angel guardrails!

[bírds² @archaebacterial]

god’s greatest gift the earth
- the US interstate system
small towns are dying?
well man,
I must’ve missed ‘em
cus’ all I saw was crosses
next to white dotted lines
and angels cutting their wings
for roadkill that ran outta’ time

[Amtrak @Amtrak]

THE UNBRIDLED GREATNESS OF TRAINS WILL ENDURE FOR A MILLION YEARS

[bírds² @archaebacterial]

Once more I am reminded, my flesh and mind, devoured #MyXAnniversary

[bírds² @archaebacterial]

these shores are made of dreamers like you- beaten by the tide, ground to dust

[bírds² @archaebacterial]

Sun-Bleached
Road Signs,
All-American Dreams
Your Goldenrod
Shoulders
An’ the Carcass
Between!
You’re Caught-In
Road Cut Shadows,
A Pox of Corporate-Castles
With Culverts,
Stained by Salvation!
Are You Tired
of Tomorrows?
Drive-Faster
Past the Yarrows

[bírds² @archaebacterial]

Stretched thin on a coordinate plane
White lines and bright signs

[bírds² @archaebacterial]

soft, quiet obliteration
of moisture marching

[bírds² @archaebacterial]

Old lives on the crossroad fringe,
the rusty hinge of a railroad switch!
Car crash corners-
and barn door quilts,
Come visit!
sun scarred yards, and
paint chipped guards,
roadkill runners and
the engine gunners

[bírds² @archaebacterial]

@WuvYouArt Nice job boss, glad to see it finished!

[bírds² @archaebacterial]

Prey Landscapes

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“They live forever by not living at all”
- Leopold (109)

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@tendollardanny He died as he lived, posting through it

[bírds² @archaebacterial]

@tendollardanny The maestro’s newest installation piece, “Picnic, 𝘰𝘯 𝘗𝘪𝘤𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘐𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥” (2024), edifies the artist’s penchant for the avant garde, no-holds-barred social critique- recasting sycophantic diatribes on form and desire with a nostalgia-laden picturesque simplicity

[bírds² @archaebacterial]

Roadside Cemetery Benediction

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Iron horses, ball and chain
His-tory passes your heart in vain
(What a shame)
To be mortal, on the hour
Beautiful wallflower

[bírds² @archaebacterial]

I am the
red-light
rear-view
back-seat
glow

[bírds² @archaebacterial]

Nosebleed Rorschachs

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And I crumble, breaking into a hundred thousand pieces of frozen time, slipping through the cracks of memory. #MyXAnniversary