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November 16, 2005

Posted by anoddphrase in Uncategorized.
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i wrote this earlier in the year… septemberish 


 


 


 


 social butterfly ii


 


 


swaying to a rhythm that only i seem to hear


   and my feet move


            as if in a Spanish mamba


                        aching and drumming against the floor


            for some reason,


                        –and i’ve no idea why—


                 i seem to catch attention


                        scarlet, red, and black skirts


                                                fly


            oh, butterfly


                                    as i whirl across a dance floor


                                                            that exists only in my mind.


 


 


                                                                                                                        oh, butterfly


 


                        and i move in a rhythm that only i can hear…….


 


 


                                                            BUTTERFLY


 


 


for a while there,


            i was sitting slowly


       breathing out…………..


                                                silk strings


                                                                        dallying them


                                                                 to the winds


                                                            and to people—


                                                                                                winding it about


                                                                                           their hearts


                                                                                                tightening slowly


 


                                                                                                                                    and


                                                                                                                        tying it to me.


 


 


                                                                                                         now i’ve enough strings


 


 


                                                                                                and the music’s started


 


can’t you hear that meringue?


     tapping keys


  in my feet…

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