A parakeet with clipped wings

So I fly

Spiral down

Boat adrift in desert sands

Sinking to the ground.

Knocking on a knobless door

Who's inside?

No one knows

Old man's feet go clickity-clap

As they dance on the floor.

Rainbow's end has been recovered

But no gold

Just vapor

Now colorblind is the painter

His canvas only paper.

My pen's run out of ink

My mind's run out of think

For a novel at The End

This IV has drunk its fill

Nurses give the family a bill

And I'm waltzed asleep this