SICK BUTTERFLIES

DREAM FOREST ESCAPE

Art by WOOZIE  Poetry by Serafin Borgia

DREAM FRAME ESCAPE- II

Double tuck your truths when traveling

the Jungle of Many- Eyed Shadows

-Here-

every one’s dying

to give their life away

to something .

 

A darker night is what -this is

… so keep reaching

into the dawn of pink fingers;

Drag out the ancient souls of hatred

lurking on the murky echoes

that shelter no gods

-There-

As the Feast of Oppression begins:

Derision marries the Dark Vatican

on the Glass Horizon,

while we gorge on lies

to fill our empty hearts;

 

The aortas of spooked beats burst

at the sight of their children

torn & impaled on utensils;

 

Our sharp Gravy wears off.

Your zombies, my spirits-

growl their halves

of a weepy moon;

 

& Not wanting to smear the tableau

they wipe their bloody boots

outside the glass house

of fetish and shadow

thick with the

bad breath of complacency,

odor of strong phantoms

  • other things

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…wafting past the Elysians

 

Where the Chimera’ s epidemic

of sick butterflies repents,

below the sword of Damocles,

swaying ever-so,

painfully, (still)

undecided.

 

& Not that It’s intimate

but they have seen us-

touched our lost gifts,

know we once had spirits

that could lure gypsies ,

rustle all ( the) ever mores,

accept the little we know

of love & the burden

of teaching it,

before being caged ,

& now only fluttering if compelled,

& just barely

at that.

© Serafin Borgia

DREAMGLOBE-ESCAPE by Woozie
DREAMGLOBE-ESCAPE by Woozie

 

See more art from Woozie on instagram and on her upcoming website:  www.woozie9355.com

 

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