a mad man thinks every one
is mad
and i must admit lily
i fit the bill exactly
(quietly,
not for me
a traffic cone upon
the noggin
screaming and shouting
with finger pointed-no)..

i see the futility
(i maybe napolean but
who do i think i am?!)
i would say that-
what of reality?

lily says is nt that for
which dance and poetry
is for-look!
an effing butterfly..?!