Sham butterflies and Quotidian Moths

Sham butterflies and Quotidian Moths

[disgusting little critters,
my roses, my gardens,
all for an invisible audience,
you defiled]

Every flap you make, wrath roils within
Per scale you shed, eyes bleed out irritant
Air envenomed filled with flutterworm dust
Nightfalls, dusk the lights; Daybreak, burn flowers
Larvae-bags festoon my gardens, nasty
Mangled leaves adore my roses, satire

My mire is null to what They catalyze,
With daily bread, my hunger is shed-
WHO CHEWED MY ROSES DEAD
CUT THERE SCALY MOONS, RIBBON THEM TO SHREDS

Let the jester sing; pestilent, galling,
Couth thoughts in Vietnamese water torture
This blasphemous volatile imagery
Conductor of the volcano choir

[A Stockholm cocktail of homesickness and crave
Those little bugs might spark my day
the excitement lost, my energy fades
through the titter tatter window, i gaze]

Eve garrote me, lorn air fills my blue chest,
Quotidian Moths and Sham Butterflies,
This air; wenched, defiled spilling from the brim,
This air; now doctored, sterilized and clean.

Morn shivers, bogus light burns the flowers,
Sham Moths and Quotidian Butterflies,
My gardens are clean; roses full of glee,
my daily bread, my hunger is shed.

A Chorus of lizards, pollen, bees, flies
A Solo of the junebug ever brown,
A percussion of the cat on the trash,
But flutter-worms, moths; they never sang

[My home is as empty as my garden
full of nothing...]

A noisy solitude, drive me insane,
I NEED MY FLUTTER-WORMS!
I NEED MY MOTHS!
Dance again like you used to; in love, joy

Bring them back! I command the loft wind,
I am old, grey and I won't die alone!
Ghosts, ants, lizards, anyone; whisper to me
"I will be alright"; daylight is fading

Brown wings, green eyes, a pink little thorax
White winged, flutter-worm, together they lay
Still, upright, fluttering with pride and face
The breeze, however, was really clever

Gentle, motherly; breeze flicker their wings,
Harsh, searing; tore their fickle worm bodies,
They were grace, such a satisfying sigh,
Until the wind shuffled their frail carcass,
All sky high.

I know i will join them, sooner or late,
Their place is a cliff hanger away
Forgive me, butterflies, moths, nightshade
The fool now, i will join you right away.