Poems with unlikely inspiration #2

Charlie's heart's
a fluttering dove

over their heads
a vast white sheet

the man and his bird
have pecked at intention

nested the shreds. Now,
seasoned stickler, you're

more of an injured party
like the rest of us in here.

Pass the glassy bottles,
make the bed (the billow

of its giant wing) a star
is named for you, a star

is a peck of divinity
whether you are -