Woke up at six,
a smart tortoiseshell butterfly
was sitting on my audio.
I thought a more apposite
place would have been my dahlia.
Scattered wool pellets
over the carpet.
My brain was going nowhere slow.
The great Mister Zalbretys
had planted some weird
happenstance,
not recognising the inside
from the delirious out.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 3:30 PM UTC
Woke up at six,
a smart tortoiseshell butterfly
was sitting on my audio.
I thought a more apposite
place would have been my dahlia.
Scattered wool pellets
over the carpet.
My brain was going nowhere slow.
The great Mister Zalbretys
had planted some weird
happenstance,
not recognising the inside
from the delirious out.
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