pigeons poop from our power lines
catch the Honda Civic, windows down
vulnerable
we chuck jandals
with too-much-coffee-not-enough-Colgate
smiles, scare the neighbours
whose houses are marked
by Chuck’s hanging with knotted laces
what wicked, wicked birds
inside, aunty paces
shaking wicked wing in hand
we could all be like Elon Musk if we work hard enough,
one day
let us be winners
with pristine windscreens
unexpired regos, waving haere rā to WINZ,
Pepsi in plastic wine glasses
our plates
filled with fleshless bones
but until then
we’ll throw jandals
and buckets of washing water
at the pigeons pooping from our powerlines
and wonder
if pigeons catch Teslas
windows-down
vulnerable
