Offending Butterflies
written by: Godfrey Holy
I bleach my bygones with rum and coke
Glue together my cobbled reality
with euphoric despair
Burdens of yesterday I tame with
Generic street names
Mystic wings from magic shrooms
My transport to a makeshift world
Where butterflies never lie.
Emptied of insight, my thoughts
Obsess over a powder hangman and
All his hollows.
Portals he opens in my nostrils
And my descent stretches on
Like a knotted wish speeding towards
My next death, my next flight
To a puffy height
Where butterflies never lie.
In this syringe brews an illicit elixir
My fears soon to be purged
Memories eclipsed, dreams decoded.
I will fade into paper-thin fantasies
And settle on my plight like
A throw pillow on a sunken couch.
Soon I will be foliage, virgin and colorful
Where butterflies never lie.
Little things are hidden from me
By a world uncaring of chaos
By a heart tired of feeling
By a soul sore from searching for
Sanity and redemption.
From a ramshackle reality
Where butterflies never lie.
Copyright 2008.
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