Consequences


my bubble keeps bursting me out
a million mistakes made of hopes,

meaning no harm by breaking bones
tumbling down my heart lands wrong
side up in your sweet marbled arms
Cleopatra's eyes flash looks at mars,

missy Buddha figures out eternity
on the back of one minute of clarity,

weather sweeps through the trees
my monkey hangs on even tighter
down town you sit in all the empty
places reserved for my holy tears,

wise woman throwing friends over
her shoulders like no tomorrows,

somewhere butterflies suck blood.


JGH(c)2008

*Published in 'Zygote Abstract' Anthology 2008 by Red Pulp Publishing USA