Evangelical butterflies
purchase time to fly
their minds curve ball at the human race
for petty ideals lame of path,
save disaster

Drugs mellow and hype the sky; old burnout dun aged
and with feverous tremors flickers its scopic windpipe and dares
its arteries to burst
Some of us
Don't turn back to look the other way

Past's gravity propels off beat feet
bold,
rooted in the grit of grief and mich-matched silks
spewing dislodged disco *****
All at once
manic with aphrodisiacal aspirations you now know
another chance to take along the way
Pic-pockited, you gain no tangible trophy
But a gambled heart wins the lottery...
and a side of salted pain

Admiral protagonists seize the remote and chase
the impossibles to the frayed frames of the earth
Worth your while
are the delinquencies,
on the rocks arguments,
and perhaps a billion setting suns to share with your son's
untainted pool of innocence
Now
To what end
Would you call a failure?