I abhor the noncommittal
crooners of the world,
housing hummingbirds
behind dentin bars
and vibrant lips where
their languid tongues lie
heavy-laden with forgotten
lyrics and flat notes.
Shut up or sing.
Expand your diaphragm
and lyrical vocabulary
and release the deadened
songbird locked within your
ribcage. Exchange your
borrowed breath with the
wind, fly your passerine kite
and bawl your warbled squall.