Bedroom Still Life

keep the shutters closed so
I can sleep in past sunrise yet
black birds move outside windows
sing, sing, sing

the ceiling fan stirs a lazy breeze
that blows across the chaos of covers
the pile of pillows flung about the floor

I have left the desk lamp on
the Tiffany shade is stunning

I am certain it means something
the placement of the wrought iron

bird beside the bottle of
"curvascious" red nail polish

however,
words and their meanings, escape me.

ksaint