Bonobo - Flutter

Poetry-PULLING at a BUTTERFLY

Hello, You are [insert name]. You are a butterfly. The more I think about it, the more you are. Suicide not by my hand, I don't want you to land. But, you are beautiful, so beautiful you are. Why would such a thing fall into my hand. It doesn't, you don't, you can't. You dance around and close enough, each cool tease another breeze. Take you away. But look! There you are. What beauty do I possess? The most I can expect is your curiosity. Why come back to this, something, about what? A desperate grab will send you in fright, a delicate pull and the damage begun. What magic powder rubs off? A brief moment of Flutter flight or a nourishment better well off? Ingest painful tunes in gestation. Laid an egg of mercy in your touch? ©DAVE J. FORCHETTE

THE PROFITEER

I’VE BEEN THROUGH

The Fun House, Tunnel of Love, Freak Show

and on the Rollercoaster.

I’D LIKE TO RIDE the rest of the way

on the ground, with only a few bumps,

NO hairpin turns, No bells rung and NO SCREAMS.

I’VE ALREADY DONE

The Rock Climb, Music Hard, Go Round Mary

and bested my BEST TIME.

I ran for the Star Spangled Parade

on TWO for ONE Day!

I took a little break from the rain

and swam above the night flood lights.

HELD up a lighter and CLAPPED my hands,

against the glass of floating color bubbles,

coming from the brightly lit Warhol

CAN of PLEASE.

Little did I Capitalize on the current EVENT

I’M ONLY MIDWAY!