this poem wasnt very good, so i ended it

(and dedicated it to my uncle dennis)

butterflies on saccharine wings
(what a horrible line)
grasping piercing pincers
(there's that beetle imagery again)
dennis
are trying to kill me dennis
drag me to hell
only your blood
will save me
pincers
a million
billion fluttering cotton candy
petal thin wings dennis
fuck this poem
it had potential when i started
what happened to me in the preceding minute dennis?
i still like the graphic of
millions of pink
paper butterflies
like diaphanous sweet and low packets
dragging me to hell
punishing my
doe eyed affections dennis
artificial sweeteners kill
dennis
i think this poem has lost its way again dennis
i was trying to express
how
watching jesse talk to mark
made me want to cry
and then i
called myself a pussy
and this poem
ended