Sunday Night Pigeon

Pigeons...yeesh

She rode in on a rare

Red rhododendron

Robust and rigorous

Like a ravaging raccoon fit to be bludgeoned

Bludgeoned until blood bursts

By the barrel.

Her backside bulged, bewildering me

But she threw her blue eyes my way and I stopped

Stopped so suddenly that I slipped

And stumbled my way to the solid asphalt

She stood over me and hissed

About how I stood her up last Sunday, purposely

Purposely pretending I didn't forget that opaque day

It began purportedly placid

I paraded in my new cotton panoply

But was soon stripped by an overgrown pigeon. The nerve!

Nerves of steel had I and nimble of foot

Not without a nice gentleman's bout

Before I was rendered unconscious

And once awake I found pocket knick-knacks missing

Missing were my family's most marvelous miracles

A marabou from mother's trip to Massachusetts

A map with the location of the world's best manzanilla

And a mezuzah for on-the-go atonement

Atonement wasn't what I needed at the moment

An ambulance would be appreciated

Because this angry abomination looming over me is attempting

To asphyxiate me with her hairy knuckles and chubby fingers

Fingers forced my throat shut and I

Fighting for air

Felt like I was floating

through fuzzy flanks of trilliums

Trilliums are what they'll put

By my tombstone

I think they're much better than those white roses

Too bad I'll be taking a skyward view of the procession

Reviews

[aghora]

The poem is composed well, and the Alliterations make for an interesting read.

[James O'Rourke]

Thanks aghora. I had honestly forgotten about this one until I saw your review. Thank you for reminding me thatI should go back through my older writings. Haha. I appreciate you checking it out.

[Mai L Nissen]

Interesting imagery - and word association from end of stanza going in to the next...
It is quite humorous, as well! :)