B U T T E R F L Y catch the catcher in the rye
my oh my how feelings eat my heart and would
you believe if i said nature loves a whore
of course we could have dinner and squabble over words.
Now is not the time and time is never now.
A lost conception of mind & it really socks me here
there inside my aching heart.
And if you’ve fought yourself who made up with you now
just the moan deep inside the empty now:
such is superficiality in society &
how we bleed red and deep purple
lips wishing we had never breathed
air.
As are these feelings eating my heart
and you’d never believe nature is
a queen of unforgiven gifts as life.
A Catcher in the Rye.
:: 03.18.2022 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 