yakksoho
Bluelighter
an abject butterfly wants me dead
flew round and said this afternoon
your head takes up all the space
i could be floating
you breathe the air i could be teasing
ive a right to all the breezes
i could possibly be breezing; you're
ungrateful and don't understand
the simplicity of things like air
and sky, and silver sunless winter moons
____you've got to die
____this afternoon
your head fills up all the places i could be
winging; your voice devours the tunes
i'm singing, and the moon appreciates my
smile, but your eyes are too large to see
the finer things in life meanwhile; details privy to her
and me
i considered what he said and closed my eyes and
counted down the seconds between one of his heartbeats
____and mine and no matter how i tried i could never see him smile
____and meanwhile the sun was touching down
spilling her blood across the ground and turning the world
black and blue and gold and silver and maroon
before long the afternoon was exploding into thick dusk air
a million butterflies smiling there while i
cocked the massive rifle and said all you want
is to fill up the space i take the noise i make, the wasted
flutters in the air; i want to see your grinning faces
somewhere between here and there
the sun exploded then when all the sound around me whispered
and the sunset froze midair (but from the corner
of my bloodstained eye i saw the moon inclined to rise
and query me as to whether i really understood things better
____little things like air and sky and the simplicity of breezes
____insect teardrops condensating turning into blue diseases
a million wings appropriated a rhythm interlaced with sorrow
and filled up with lost to-morrow, but while blood wet all their
floating faces i saw
one insect smile
flew round and said this afternoon
your head takes up all the space
i could be floating
you breathe the air i could be teasing
ive a right to all the breezes
i could possibly be breezing; you're
ungrateful and don't understand
the simplicity of things like air
and sky, and silver sunless winter moons
____you've got to die
____this afternoon
your head fills up all the places i could be
winging; your voice devours the tunes
i'm singing, and the moon appreciates my
smile, but your eyes are too large to see
the finer things in life meanwhile; details privy to her
and me
i considered what he said and closed my eyes and
counted down the seconds between one of his heartbeats
____and mine and no matter how i tried i could never see him smile
____and meanwhile the sun was touching down
spilling her blood across the ground and turning the world
black and blue and gold and silver and maroon
before long the afternoon was exploding into thick dusk air
a million butterflies smiling there while i
cocked the massive rifle and said all you want
is to fill up the space i take the noise i make, the wasted
flutters in the air; i want to see your grinning faces
somewhere between here and there
the sun exploded then when all the sound around me whispered
and the sunset froze midair (but from the corner
of my bloodstained eye i saw the moon inclined to rise
and query me as to whether i really understood things better
____little things like air and sky and the simplicity of breezes
____insect teardrops condensating turning into blue diseases
a million wings appropriated a rhythm interlaced with sorrow
and filled up with lost to-morrow, but while blood wet all their
floating faces i saw
one insect smile
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