• Nymph

    The plethora of chrysalises that litter my abdomen
    Crack at your sight, newborn butterflies flutter
    Cocoons did smother (no nature). Damn incarnated mope
    in me, complaining all night
    My Gomorrah now demolished, lost bitter dead showman
    Full
    Wings now in flight, stillborn whisper, lovely mutters
    Of lovely mothers (like nature) and reincarnated hope
    in me, wings spread, take flight
    Drowning in a small town, a mere puddle of faces
    Although, it really seems like a sea
    A sea without passion
    Real smiles are rationed
    I never take my share
    Clowning for a small town, a feared huddle of faces
    Although, the clown lipstick suits me
    It’s me – how they fashioned
    It’s me – without passion
    I should say I care
    Killed, placed into a cocoon
    I was a ghost in a shell
    Thrilled, flight under the moon
    Alive, a ghost free from hell
    Freed by the suggestion of love
    The entomology of the critters in my belly
    Freed by the slight questions above
    The etymology of “my life” glitters in my brain jelly
    The plethora of emotions distract I, the bowmen
    Pull
    Back, you’re in sight, release and my last arrow
    Dances through the air (our nature).
    Cocoons did smother (no nature). New thoughts that cupid
    did me a wonderful favor
    Ghost Gomorrah has accomplished the feat of stopping my shot
    The plethora of chrysalises that litter my abdomen
    Crack at your sight, newborn butterflies flutter
    Cocoons did smother (no nature). Damn incarnated mope
    in me, complaining all night
    The butterfly and the arrow
    Thwarted by my own stuttering
    Chances flutter by like sparrows
    And I’m standing, open arms, muttering
    I’ll jump and I’ll fly
    As I free fell I swore, I felt a single
    Feather growing out of my arm