the sun is as hot as spaghetti
steaming with a sauce
served with a side of sizzling hot cherries.

my tie is so tight I cough in silent h's
and I'm sweating
my pores shooting out like a fountain
and my face, like an umbrella in the rain.

no time to think
no time to reason
"Ding, Ding DIING!"
I jump like I was slapped on the cheek
my beard itches, my right eye twitches
"What the F* is this?"
I write out the first words that come to me
"Ding, Ding, DIING!"
but I'm not done writing
I look at the bell,  "you f*king ****"
and I jump again, like there was a puddle before me
my head is as hot as popcorn
no, even hotter
and you can hear it pop
from the front and from the back
"Ding, Ding, DIING!"
i jump again
it's me vs. a bell.

visitors & a Bench.
a yellow butterfly
sat with me today
on that bench
facing the trees.

not one flower in sight
but the chirping of birds
as the leaves whispered
secrets into the air.

and this butterfly sat
caught in sunlight
its wings, a soft and silent fan
opening
and closing.

I came here
with a book and pen
to think and unravel
to weave and to write.
to find petals within petals
and bloodshed
within songs.
to find raindrops within apples
and breaths
within breaths.

nothing
came to me
in my silence
only
a butterfly.


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