Buttercup

bright light
you’re piercing me blind
with your eyes
.
it was silent
all that’s behind
all my tries
.
all that you hold up
all that you hold up
all that you hold up
it’s Buttercup
it’s Buttercup
.
white light
you’re piercing me deaf
with your lies
.
it was violent
all that’s behind
all my ties
.
all that you hold up
all that you hold up
all that you hold up
it’s Buttercup
it’s Buttercup
Buttercup
.
bright light
makin’ me shine
in your eyes
.
it’s so quiet
and under lies
butterflies
.
all that you hold up
all that you hold up
all that you hold up
it’s Buttercup
it’s Buttercup
Buttercup
.
.
.
.

Copyright L.M. 2010.  (Composed while listening to “Don’t Come Down” by The Jesus and Mary Chain.).

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Hanging On (2005)

I cannot say I’m pleased
repetition is, however, foreseeable
and I did not foresee
a failure on my part for feeling
the rudimentary error of my species
a mistake Mother Nature corrected with the others
and hoping
a moronic faux-pas in this century
if I collapse, you’ll understand
for I’ve forgotten what is new
and I’ll remember the old
all over again so it is once more fresh and disturbed

tiny speckled thoughts of random
tear me away into bliss
but sharp jabs in my side remind me
such cringing should be my guest
it heralds not impossibility
and speaks with the ancient eyes
so why do I feel so lost and helpless
when my stage continues to grow
and my crowd fights it out amongst themselves
this mantle is silent but near implosion
with albums of fear and hatred and ignorance
weighing down on the chance for sustainment
but bricks are strong
and though the weight is mighty
it keeps me afloat somehow
my worries only feelings
those rancid add-ons to our faulty line

Copyright L.M. 2007.