July 21- thunder claps at me

Benstopfel

I am a butterfly but not a monarch
I’m meat sliced thin and looking stark
On the granite, part of a meal unfinished
Swept off the counter and Into the garbage

I’m sorry, that was dark
I’m just a victim of pathetic fallacy
I’m partial to a spark
Cause rain is pounding and thunder claps at me

I’m lazy Susan in the corner cupboard
Get the footstool, I’m where the nothings stored
Spin me round, I’ll show you my dance
I’ll get old soy sauce on your hands

I’m sorry, that was odd
I’m just a victim of prophetic memory
I’m partial to a spark
My brain is pounding and the flat earth laughs at me