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 (he/him) is the founder of Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Art, a writer, editor for nearly 20 years. He has pieces found in Icefloe Press, Anti-Heroin Chic, Ghost City Review, Royal Rose Magazine, Rhythm & Bones Press Lit, Cajun Mutt Press among others. His website for publishing older work & others' work - Fevers of the Mind. He is from the Midwest. Kentucky/Indiana area.