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  • sometimes it just feels like nothing exists.

    everything's hollow, a cheap reproduction,

    and nothing has that aura that it used to.

    some props here,

    some filler material there,

    the scenery is plastic.

    i feel like i could float up through the nonexistent clouds

    and knock on the hollow, cardboard gates of heaven

    and there would be nothing on the other side,

    no lights, no angels,

    just an empty gray stage.

    i feel like i could sink into the nonexistent asphalt

    and float down through the static hologram of the earth

    and into the deepest pits of hell

    but it will all have been shut down and abandoned,

    no fire, no heat,

    just an empty gray stage.

    why go on any further.

    the gig is up.

    i understand the punchline.

    it's not funny.

    (until i feel the summer breeze coming through the window

    brushing over my face, and wiping

    the dust from my mind

    and during that

    one hopeful

    second, i

    know it's

    real)

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