Invisible butterflies, poems of animal feelings,

A symphony to Barbie and all her plastic friends, the children play, and I will write, muse, confuse and dream,

Every boy with every girl, in every quite town tonight will draw the blinds and quiet their minds to the poems of animal feelings,

But affection is shown to the hole it’s been wrought from, again I know I’m on my own, cursed alike to dispose,

Nature folds inside itself, my world will crash and play a song; the lyrics tell stories that enmesh manipulative gods and their queens,

Suddenly I lose the game, lost in my lament; I’m commended by him, it’s a boy without a gun, he’s beautiful, he stopped my sorrow, I’m starting to have some fun,

They float around like elegant geisha dreams, they sing to me, and I feel no scattering, as he becomes, a butterfly or a boy.