Butterflies and Stars
Photo-chemical, blood-red sky;
Surrenders its’ light to advancing night.
Scanning the darkness with mind and with eye!
The dripping, ticking, tap and clock.
The ressurection of flaccid cock!
A train in the distance, the doppler effect
And the silence that follows.
The urge to kill, with words, the radio voices
Or dreams of past terrors!
The vacant stares of anonymous faces;
False smiles and half-hearted embraces.
The patchwork of mazes, infinate endings
And endless beginnings.
The chaos and carnage of butterflies and stars!
The sweet salvations and healing of scars.
The cock-crow crack of morning.
The horror and joy of a new day dawning!
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