FIND YOUR SPARK BIRD
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PROJECT
Staring into the pepperoni pie I swear I hear
one slice tell me I have kind eyes,
another compliment my mustache,
and the next, whisper, “Find your spark bird.”
Or maybe it was the marble veins
in the Formica fighting to be heard,
the ones beneath the coaster Joey made with his old-man machines,
Canned Heat flowing through his speakers
giving him just the juice he needed to knurl.
Words/styling by Michelle Maguire