Friday, April 1, 2011


in the winter i get sad, and sleep a lot

cocooned in pages of pornography and prayer

dreaming my saviour is orpheus in the cave

(we all know how well that went)

she sends me flowers like no man's ever sent

cut fresh from her more optimistic dreams

slipped into envelopes and mailed with warm air

little bits of spring to soothe my sleep

for all her hope i still suspect her

does she believe in butterflies?

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