Amateurs of the World Unite and Take Over

Briefly, and loosely, the butterfly mirrors the night. Like an angry river,

If patterns are a process, this visits language.

With painstaking naiveté, under a rotary dial dusk, this existential cowlick
Never burdens folly with precision.

I only write poems to defy paragraphs. Torn shorts and short poems,
An hour of television. In this cosmos inconsistencies are stars.

8 thoughts on “Amateurs of the World Unite and Take Over

  1. “Briefly, and loosely, the butterfly mirrors the night. Like an angry river,

    If patterns are a process, this visits language.”

    !!! This is great. Hard to describe, but patient and potent come to mind.

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