Boiler Room.

Boiler Room


Sleeping butter flys on trees,
Star light shine on noodles
touching wax
feels like a heart
blue spots on the table top
fold the puzzles
fold fold the puzzles
only got one leg
is at the bar
takes a book
swaps it
for a silver hook
compass turned onto heat
or maybe even drink it neat
like whisky breakfasts
with cold ice
melting slowly
in the morning