Upon learning I am not going crazy.
a not entirely crap poem
today i told young panera phil
(who is pierced and perfectly delightful)
about spotting a pair of parrots in edgewater
and he was like, "yeah, everybody knows the edgewater parrots.
they've been here forever.
they escaped from a pet shop
and now there are millions.
i live right next to parrot park
they fly up like pidgeons."
I am not going crazy.
There are (arghhh?)
off the stripmalled coast
of New Jersey.