Hey friends, how is your week going? Well, I'm posting another poem in my 2001 series, so I'm not sweating it either. Dig!
the butterfly of the galaxy is eternal
any child knows this
when it is magenta that stripes its wings and red that folds its embrace
the butterfly had come to dwell in the folds of Jupiter fluttering in the red eye and quelling the riots of thousand year storms it was beautiful to know it and that it would one day bite a girl upon her neck she would freckle and giggle and her eyes would glow hot with the nova scent of unbecoming and in her womb would come a frost of children screaming in iridescent pink that it is unfair to cast about our lot into the infinite without first knowing what to call it and how it tastes how to touch it we die alone drifting in space we melt the sun we are together in life across many many many
the butterfly now gone has left behind only a name