Poem by Pegi Eyers

Butterfly

 

Apocalyptic Dream #9

by Pegi Eyers

 

The dream is a five-star moon

It’s a black bale of “make-them-feel-goods” redeemed

 

In the dream you are telling me

Be gentle with this lost civilization,

Release it lovingly

 

Omnipotent teacher,

The next generation surrounds you

 

You are listening to a 21-year-old person-poem

When your studio explodes,

Paintings re-align, assemblage is debris

 

And I am there for you.

 

Shepherding your soft, vulnerable body

And somewhat mangled hands

Ahead of me,

Down a trail of vibrant industrial night

 

“I love you,” I say.

Poem ©Pegi Eyers

Artwork©Pegi Eyers

 

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