Nov 2014

today

while smoking a cigarette

I saw a butterfly

dead on the sidewalk



it was neither gruesome or disturbing

in fact

it was almost peaceful in a way

just nature at its end



I wish I was a butterfly

transformed

from wretchedness

into something beautiful



to you:to me



the attraction is anything but

physical



it eats like hell

for a solid week

sleeps for the next three

emerges

arrives

evolved

into the sky



life is now at its most poignant pinnacle

beautiful

tende

vulnerable

utterly free

no longer even bound by gravity

I bet that’s a ******* trip

but

there’s always a but

irreversibly limited to a handful of days



I wish I was a butterfly

alive for a month of this ****

and then beautifully

quietly

lie down on a sidewalk

and die.

