fly away.

fly away, little butterflies of thought, fly away
upon the lilting breeze which holds you, floating
fly away, little butterlies.

fly away, gray moths of thought, fly away.
late at night feeling dark, breathing cigarette smoke,
fly away, dreary moths.

whirling, feeling frantic
i'm drawn to the light, for i find it so curious & strange
burning so brightly, feeling delirious
when i reach out, it moves away.
fly away, little butterflies of thought.
eaten alive by moths.
slowly the cloud of color disintegrates
disappearing with those pesky moths.

summertime, ironically, has become quite lachrymose.
dripping melancholy chords, my heartstrings are feeling forlorn.
where to go, they wonder. which note to play, they query.
what to do, they beseech.
fly away.

morning glories are contrary to stars.
stars only shine in the dark of the night.
glories stretch & yawn before the light of day.
fly away.

je suis fatigué. je dormirai. bonne nuit.