I’ll Keep You in a Butterfly Jar
like a light bulb, floating
through space (fragile and turning
on and off) Click Click –
whispering softly in the night
Click Click (yet I speak silence) –
Click Click i turned you green
over the rotten fields
burning with the sun of god mumbling:
(it’s macabre showering in germany) –
and ClickClick: my finger turns you
down (shit floating in the canals)(ah
the beauty of venezia) and
ClickClick your heels on the floor
of my room camminano (my hair is long
and I need the blank papered doctor
man with his bang bang shoot em’ up
destiny). ClickClick (mrs brown)
did i turn the shadows back on?
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