the pizza bird

a lone seagull
in a vast and empty parking lot
standing there like an idiot
with a single slice of pizza
hanging from its beak
like a fatuous tongue 

we approached it with the van,
circled it,
and it took flight.

quickly, I hit the pedal
and brought us up to speed
to soar along side it 

and there i watched
as we floated together,
this rigid seagull,
frowning and gliding gracefully over the pavement
draping that perfect triangle of
greasy pizza
from its clenched nib,
flapping in the desert wind. 

the human race is so fucked.