I’m New and They’re Like Hitchcock Sniffing Around

A murder of windows

is called

            a neighbor

                        is a hammer

            is a solution

of crows is called

and called and called

(I mean it)

(Please come, crows)

(Doesn’t matter why

  he spun the muck of my fresh ditch)

(If it’s reason-running-clear you’re seeking,

  fetch a better bedpan when time comes for your bedside)

A plural of coincidence

is called

            a terror

                        of territorial neighbors

            is a skull hammer

of queer intimidation

yelled and yelled and yelled

(I mean it)

(Please come, queers)

(Or if this feels like too many swerves,

  fancy me a midnight Mulholland guardrail)

(A motion-picture sensing floodlight smart enough

  to catch flannel moths in the act of spiny psychology)