We Are Not In A Bar

But if this were a Contemporary American Poem
There would be a bird or a ghost
Passing through you like music through a stained
Glass window or a newspaper
Through the street.

No, it would definitely be a bird,
A hummingbird to be exact
And you would be cupping it
Like it was the last snowflake

And its heart would be beating
or not beating.

But this is not a Contemporary American Poem.
There is definitely not a bird,
And if there were, it would definitely not be a
Hummingbird. And there is
Not a ghost.

You thought there was a
ghost, But it was

Just R-Kelly's Memoir, Soulacoaster
Which is like a ghost because
They are both transparent.

No, this is not a Contemporary
American Poem. This is a party.
And you're here, and you're enjoying yourself.