“PAiN of PANeS”

butterflies with spots
on their wings
butterflies on pot
crashing into the window
pains my heart
damn those butterflies
don’t they know
there’s nothing they can do
to keep the pane away
their life span’s too short so
they try to squeeze a little bit of love in
then the windows slam shut
leaving them nothing
but the pane to run into

~*~
08/1998


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