My Black Dahlia Poison Caterpillar : Poem by David L O’Nan (poetry)

My Black Dahlia Poison Caterpillar

What I need is your new lip poison
overnight in the broad starry folds
A slush for your black dahlia eyes,
As sonnets were written to the midnight crescent - Shall
turn to meaningless words

Of fake crystals, and gentle scarlet fainting.
The caterpillar walks up the paper walls
I watch as it becomes weak, as
it sits on the ceiling
depressed into asbestos honey
Knowingly, it shall never rule as a butterfly

The tipped arrows dipped in a Nepalese poison - took
my wandering mind to that of a struck animal, or
some infected star.
Ripped from its plug-in the welkin.

I want to be the naked soul in the body-bag
hitting the rocks in the waterfall.  In one of 
your DMT chain-link fences
A diamond floating in the brook

Bio down below: 
Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios:  David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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