Butterfly's message

[Kerbonzo_beenz]

A butterfly carries this message
through the hole in my roof.
I lay worthlessly under it,
sprawled over;
stargazing.

My demons play cards,
crosslegged, 
in folding chairs,
on my back porch.
Their translucent cigarette smoke
shines in the moonlight.

Car lights smear down the 
the marmalade road.
Buildings melt into each other,
my head sways drunkenly
in the billowing wind
because I miss my mom.

I'm off to find a warm place again
or I'll die in the cold.