a winged reply.

hey!
I'm the pigeon bird from your dreams
That crazy one who sprouted wings
And left you on that bench all alone. 
Your nose was great, really clean and nicely shaped. 
But it was time for me to fly home. 
See, Floyd St. is not my nest
It's Sky Ave where i rest. 
I come here to see you
(stoned)
And the next day you're here 
Straightened across the bench, 
I'll fly into your nasal cavity and you wont even flinch!
I guess that's the effect i have
As an imaginary bird: 
A nose infatuated pigeon, i mean. 
I'm always there, but who cares? 
You wont remember anything anyway. 
When the sun dances on your body
You'll wake up with shit on your face 
From where the other pigeons were naughty. 
And i'll be flying overhead into the sky 
With the same attitude ive never had, 
And i feel okay.