kill two promises with one lie

it was the day i swore
to never love anyone;
i heard doves chirping
goodmorning lullabies
to some deaf pigeon.
i opened my window,
and shot them twice.

once,
because they are wasting their time
and mine.  so why not put them out
of their misery?

then once again,
because at six am,
i do not want any fucking birds
making noise or making love or
making a mess of my mind as i
try to sleep another dreamless
night.  one for every damn bird
in this cyan-scribbled sky.  two
for every earaching coo.  three
for every winged beast singing
elegies that remind me of gods
that remind me of holidays that
remind me of the times you lied
and said you loved me.

which reminds me of
that day i promised
to never love anyone

(again)