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bluetackI have never left behind the howling dustflats, tinman effigies,
the psychedelic traffic lines of early morning dead zones
their iron coat half smiles - those golden lawmen
doing things lawmen do,
doing things lawmen shouldn't, roadside
struggles with street walkers too spice-high to speak,
speaking in tongues, citing rights, ironically. Highrise
flats, giddily sinking through solar stretches
seeking transcendence, seeking god, seeking Self,
seeking something else, seeking answers like every
angry street child, graffiti walls graffitied with red blood
sex money political slogans political malcontent,
urban decay, crimson skyline - melted plastic, half-
melted faces, faces raw and scabbed and thin and
skeletal, faces coal-black and too cold to touch, faces
powdered thick and streaked with sweat and sex,
crack-fucked junkie whores and drug dealers on street
corners - three-night weekends in too-hot basements
with bargirls rib-thin and toothless
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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