04-04-2014, 07:43 AM
On the cubicle door
I’m supposed to be working,
not staring out the window
at a fluttering frantic dance,
Its body twitches more than its wings,
something takes me to the light.
I've held so soft the gentle steps
of netted butterflies but yet,
my body and its hair alarms,
stand up on neck and both forearms,
a rising tide against the charms
of the ugly monstrous moth.
It tapped again and asked my name
then whispered through the glass.
I see your sweat and would like to bet,
we trapped you in a toilet.
On camp field loos we made you choose,
between paper and pure panic.
Stuck in your space we moths embraced,
the spirit of the manic.
Two on your head one on your leg,
the fourth we cannot mention.
You half way through a number two,
upped sticks and made a dash.
Out through the door slipped on the floor,
skid marks and gravel rash.
I’m supposed to be working,
not staring out the window
at a fluttering frantic dance,
Its body twitches more than its wings,
something takes me to the light.
I've held so soft the gentle steps
of netted butterflies but yet,
my body and its hair alarms,
stand up on neck and both forearms,
a rising tide against the charms
of the ugly monstrous moth.
It tapped again and asked my name
then whispered through the glass.
I see your sweat and would like to bet,
we trapped you in a toilet.
On camp field loos we made you choose,
between paper and pure panic.
Stuck in your space we moths embraced,
the spirit of the manic.
Two on your head one on your leg,
the fourth we cannot mention.
You half way through a number two,
upped sticks and made a dash.
Out through the door slipped on the floor,
skid marks and gravel rash.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out