six simple days of serenity, and in a flash
perfect visions of days that could lay ahead
of more elevator joy rides than either of us could stand/enjoy
hot nights in busy cities, tossing and turning
(forgetting the heat and the sounds in the streets).
but who needs electric, LED-Lighted, luminary, numinous
visions psychadelic in their beautifully innocent splendour?
progressive paradigms shifting like the pavement in front of the hotel
after hours of sweating, spinning, butterflywingswhirlingwildly inside
new feelings in an old body dismissed/disused
now, after these six simply serendipidous days
i am left hungry without any desire to eat
the butterflies slowly fading away
their flashing light wings crumbling into week-old,