feeling so light he floats <br /> <br />the feeling is <br />feathery <br /> <br />chickening out he hides himself <br />in his journal <br /> <br />a dark room where he projects himself <br />as a butterfly <br /> <br />black powder <br />with proboscis extending <br /> <br />longer than his <br />pants <br /> <br />he consumes what nectar is found <br />on that <br />flower of illusion <br /> <br />he knows this thing is only found here <br /> <br />this only thing that for the meantime <br />makes him a man<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hidden-pleasure/
