dinsdag 9 augustus 2016

Butterfly effect

Listen, words are like butterflies fluttering through rooms
little open books with pages spread
Wings beautifully painted
and nerved. These nerves I imagine
composed of hundreds of tiny words unread unheard.
Read between lines as air is stirred
with little effort and great flair

They keep a record of parables, draw parallels effectively
motifs of motives in motion
They are present, you see
but the stories dearest to me are hidden within history
I got gut bugs within me. They say time flies.
I have caterpillars inside having knife fights
with history book worms
over which can stitch silk heartstrings to my spine
all my laughs, all my tears add segments to their bodies
that petrify to turn into inscribed butterflies 
wings full of consonants and vowels
cocoon body bags left in bowels
of my bodily watch tower

My skin holds history as I watch with my hands before my face
I hold the truth I confess. I’m clockwork, I guess I tell time
eventually time will tell
but just as time I too will pass
It’s a quarter past
a quarter past late
came, came out late
It’s a quarter past, cause they just got laid
Laid to rest in my chest waiting to morph
But the swat team is at my footing picking the lock in the door
They would swat me down to the floor

Please please, I’m down on my knees
They called the police, told me to freeze
Read me right, please
I will serve time in all wings of the pen
You have the right to remain silent
anything you say will be held against you
hold your peace, no need for violence
if you don’t believe,
book me to detect what lies beneath
cause I paint many images poly graphically 
but
no one gets to see the chrysalis in me  
but I’ll testify to the metamorphosis
let me speak my piece of sentences shortlived
the pendulum swings against my bell jar mouth
glass lips crack to let butterflies pour out
let them fill the room and settle down
read their wings bound
yet uncovered like me
words don’t come easily but discourse is effervescent
sometimes a butterfly turns out to be a Rorschach test
sometimes a butterfly is just that
what do you see when I break free from and build on the past




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