My Black Dahlia Poison Caterpillar
written by: David L O’Nan
@davidLONan1
What I needed is your new lip poison
Overnight in the broad starry folds
A lush for your black dahlia eyes,
As sonnets written to the midnight crescent
Shall turn to meaningless words.
Of fake crystals, and gentle scarlet fainting.
The caterpillar walks up the paper walls
I watch as it becomes weak,
and it sits on the ceiling.
Depressed into asbestos honey
Knowingly it shall never rule as a butterfly.
The tipped arrows dipped in a Nepalese poison
Took my wandering mind to that of a struck animal,
Or some infected star.
Ripped from its plug in the welkin.
I want to be the naked soul in the body-bag
Hitting the rocks from the waterfall.
In one of your DMT chain link fences
A diamond floats in the brook.
David L O’Nan is a Midwest poet, editor and founder of Fevers of the Mind. He has been nominated for Best of the Net numerous times. His books include The Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers, Before the Bridges Fell, New Disease Streets, Cursed Houses, The Cartoon Diaries, Our Fear in Tunnels, Taking Pictures in the Dark and Lost Reflections. He has edited and curated Fevers of the Mind Anthologies and several inspired by special editions from Kerouac to Plath to Cohen to Bowie and more.
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