The Lunatic by Liam Wilkinson

I’m in a strange mood tonight.

I aim for the moon and laugh
as the elastic snaps behind me,

collapsing the whole contraption
until I look like the lunatic,

tangled in the chaos of the death
of a mechanical butterfly.

by Liam Wilkinson

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