Ink Spot Butterfly
Against ink—black background bright eye—
Fireworks blowing out birthday
Candle thoughts of sterile leather
Couch talks. “Just tell me what it
Is you see.” I’ll show ME mine, wink
Wink, If you show YOU yours.
The Ink spot butterfly knows where to go.
Ink Spot Butterfly flits through Rorschach
Sepia-circles and lands on imaginary daisies.
No longer just a splotch covered
Paper unfolding amorphous snowflakes
Into my head. Its a yardstick
They say —a sounding board for your head
And the Ink spot butterfly is only real in your head.
Ink spot butterfly landing on
The tip of my nose. How can we join
Our minds like the matched
Wings of a monarch? Lepodopolis
Leaps out of your head. When they
Wrapped your arms around you
Cocooned and alone, they thought the
Butterfly-beauty would emerge from
Pupa-slumber. Will your arms enfold
Me like a white tie-down vest
Inside rubber romper room or will
You flit back to the past on red black wings?
The lazy I follows and the quick
I leads; the random chance our
Two could meet at the accepted vision of
Two false flukes flip-flopping away through forgotten
Turnstiles of pregnant imagination
Ink spot butterfly carry me Away through
Charmed longings and Shared dreams.
And your eyes never saw what
They wanted them to see, your
Eyes never looked where their minds
Wanted you to be. And my eyes
Never knew the butterfly beauty again
Once the Ink spot butterfly cocooned into
Hundred legged slumber of misguided
Hope.
The blurring vision lines criss-crossing
The page divided, as you sat alone
Window-washing panic streaks across the center crease.
Eye come to hate you and love you
The same. Ink spot butterfly
How you put me to shame.
Lazy spin circles call out your
Name —Ink spot butterfly can I be sane.
(2013)
Written during some issues with my head
