most people never notice butterflies

there is no angel here
a butterfly thought
amid the stirring
and the feed
miles away
as joel and i were

moving for his mother's
volvo
to make the drive to
kitty hawk
from bispo

-there is no tomorrow
it said
i go to sleep and
wake up and its
still today
you're depressed
said another
metamorphosed
caterpillar
as we tapped our pyrex bats
to shake ashes out of windows
smoking downward and toward
short cut road

depression is the sense
that i was doing something
wrong when i was
having fun it
said
yeah
said the next so
what if you could have it all
any difference would you make
any better choices or
any risking worth
-it cut him off
i would ask for more daylight
so i could look across the ocean
to the other side
and there i would see my love
and swim across to visit
and then collision

break in the action

fade to fast moving humans 

stupid

butterflies dying to
butterfly dyes the grill to
reach me
as they smash and butterfly
dust splashes with pollen and
butterfly breath .last breath
escapes
and like exploding things in
star wars space we fly through
like x wing fighter
butterfly husk
still wings
still flap as
i blow that breath through a closed
window
while i'd just been
imagining
how to recall this moment
for a screenplay
how to set the camera to
focus on the finite
what music would play along
and how to illustrate the
true color of day
whilst matte abuts mundane
.
-swim ? it said
then white.
noise