Chrome Butterfly

Chrome Butterfly
Originally uploaded by Bella the Cat.

Inner Regions

Gothic, so chic
These luminaries
They rose, now they pose
They seek to prevaricate
To manipulate
This is the funeral pyre
That inspires
And all that gold
It weighs them down
Weighs them down

We turn away
While they travel inwards
To the centre of the soul
From the whole
Into that region
That cannot be photographed
Pinned down, imprisoned
Enraptured, captured
It is here they find the truth
Embedded in the artifice

Supplanted

My appetite for food, drink, socialising has been supplanted by an apptite for shopping, shopping and more shopping. Usually on the internet when it doesn't seem as though you are spending real money. A game of monopoly with lethal consequences. And cognitive dissonance sets in.