Awakening

when i woke this morning
my thoughts
raced through the
mess of oatmeal
imprisoned in my skull
like butterflies
on cocaine

try as i did to
to stop the train
dead in its tracks
the goddamn jukebox
kept playing
what a wonderful world
when i was pretty sure
it wasn't

i bit the
insides of my cheeks
until they bled
and the stream of crimson
was carried to the abyss
by the torrent
of cheap booze

the sun shined
like a penny in the rain
and all the butterflies
died
and colored the ground
with little orange splotches