The Curlews
are at it again,
raping
my subconscious
dreams,
reaching in to amplify
frustration, chorused
high
pitched
screams;
resonances, having their
wanton way
while I jerk
upright,
ears jolt into present
tense,
strangle-choke hold
on reality,
biting down on
tongues &
sticky beaks,
gang-banging an alarm
clock
choosing to snooze
or lose,
passion dying a savage
kind of pseudo
death,
figments of my
imagination; bent
over the
bed.
© Copyright 2018, Jodine Derena Butler & Poetry Out West. All Rights Reserved
Poetry Out West 
Thankyou darlin’ I write what I feel x
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i enjoy reading this! 🙂
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Now there’s a coincidence! I also was awakened early this morn by a moron with whipper-snipper. Unfortunately this is a regular occurance. All part of the long running war-of-nerves with my tree-hating, wild-life poisoning neighbour. Didn’t shout at him tho I was tempted, I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he got to me. Instead, I’m playing the long-game and hope to eventually kill him with witch-craft. Ah, Life in the suburbs!
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Hahaha! Finally someone with a mind game enough to speak! I like them too and I do have a bird bath that encourages them. I went off at some poor bloke who started up the leaf blower at 6:30am outside my apartment window. Stalked out in my dressing gown looking like death and told him to fuck off. Not my finest hour
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Funny poem, but a bit hard on the poor old curlews. Personally I like them, the wee-mad-fuckin-timorous beasties, to paraphrase Robert Burns. What jars my nerves are leaf-blowers, whipper-snippers, mulch grinders, lawn-mowers and all the other aggressive human cacophony.
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Amazing
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Very fucking funny! I’ll send them over to yours then…
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Really Jodine- every one of these beautiful birds is soul looking for a home!!! Be generous MFW
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