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poem 12 – 11-2-14
BLACK BUTTERFLY
I’ve been away
for that I am sorry
Old Friend
This past week
cut up
and thrown
down
on the tile floor
a collage
of my mistakes
and times
I trusted my instinct
I thought I was brave
i hid
from the fire
My skin is oilly
my fingers glide with ease
the residue
of you
I tried to simplify
the complicated
an instrumental of perfect
silence
lived between my ears
at the instant
i saw the black butterfly