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Traci Sims Oct 27
**** it, did you just light your hookah?
I was hoping to have a cozy chat about the world of the Red Queen
Not the Mary Jane land you think to lead me into
where you live out your lust-filled dreams,
I was hoping for a little bit of tea
and gossip,
just as we used to when we were younger and unknown
I don't want to sit on the wet grass while you boast about your brain size
--Or other measurements--
the talk always ends up
with you under the mushroom,
giggling like a hyena,
and me just standing there,
tapping my slippered foot in disgust.
There is nothing ruder than a friend getting high while you're in the middle of a pleasant chat about nothing!
Never speak butterfly language
With caterpillar people
They won't understand
Surfaces are unpolished
Giving them friction
Lest you should fall down
It's just a precaution
Never speak butterfly language
With caterpillar people
They won't understand
Even if you talk to them
In their language
It takes them understand longer
Better late than never
At last they understand
It better, better
mothwasher Jul 19
a curious family of raptor children, a lake of caterpillar carcasses (boulder soup), a grocer for the taliban, gas powered anything, the exposed midsection of a tree, bank robberies or bear maulings in progress, triangles, an irascible bus driver thinking in isosceles, the itinerant story of a mama mammoth, starquakes and extinctions, massive roaches, a neck bath in hot breath, sudden abeyance from behind, the way gravity kills caterpillars and spares us because all angles of gravity make 180 degrees and this is stillness. fear running a straight line from behind us, through us, and in front of us. what i consistently get caught up in, the third point might be my final resting. this is why i ******* hate triangles.
Bhill Apr 28
we all have a caterpillar somewhere inside
that spirit that wants, but it just can't decide
there are roadblocks and hurdles that get in the way
where will your caterpillar take you today
what will you be when the caterpillar selects
we all hope for the Monarch, DO we get, what we get

Brian Hill - 2020 # 119
Where will your caterpillar take you today?
Caterpillar
Caterpillar
Oh little
Beautiful
Caterpillar
Cocooning away
In my back garden today..
Caterpillar
When stars appear in the sky,
under a dark late night,
Could you hear a dialog between Caterpillar and Butterfly?

Caterpillar: "Aren’t you too beautiful for me,
fly away and find someone as beauty as you.” 


Butterfly: "I will not leave you,
you are as beautiful as me."

Raised his voice, Butterfly looked into Caterpillar’s eyes:
“Why did I ever lose you?
Although they say everything has an end,
nothing will last,
Nothing is meaningful,
except think about the past....”

Caterpillar replied to him with a melancholy tone:
“why is the world moving fast?
Shall we live in the moment like they say...
Live in the moment - it'll be best to stay.”


They are hugging and chanting on a giant leaf—
Whose images are kept in store?
By memory, we are all alone. 

And if rhyme is outmoded. 
Shall I transform it to you, 
re-grow.
Past is in the future 
where it converts to the present,
with you...
Angel. XJ / 23/02/2020/ Revised 25/02/2020
camps Jan 28
i wouldn’t know how to deal with the things i’m dealing with if
it weren’t for the fact that i’m already dealing with them oh god
why does he write like that it’s just complicating the obvious
and too repetitive for its own sake and it doesn’t even make sense

if i didn’t state the obvious you would never hear the words
i love you and your need for validation would surge while simultaneously being reduced to swiping right on pretty lips
but the kind of pretty lips that wouldn’t know what to say
even if they did know what to say

i drew a circle but my arm quivered and the line
shot way past the paper it’s currently undulating
over my desk and zooming past a caterpillar
contemplating whether the process of becoming
beautiful would make him beautiful when he
already knows he is beautiful

the jar of mushrooms stares back in silence
streams of consciousness pieced together
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
Even the gracefully beautiful
Sonnet inspiring
Adult butterfly
Started out
As an awkward unruly
Eat you out of house and home
Kid caterpillar
Brandon Conway Oct 2019
Falling, falling, falling,
                                  forever
or is this
                                     G
                                   N
                                  I
                           ­     T
                              A
                          ­   O
                            L
                          F
towar­ds a shimmer in the distance
like a wind that carries a dead leaf
whispering through the chimes
that fall upon deaf ears
as if the message was sent
and it just wasn't heard

No, this is f
                     a
                       l
off                    l
    the                  i
precipice  ­           n
                               g

as I watch the sky
march round in a funeral procession
of our history

F L O A T I N G
in this disorienting gravity

S E D U C I N G
in this magnetic propinquity

T E A R I N G
in this psychosomatic schism

every storm proceeds an epoch
                                              of pleasure
as if pleasure
                    is an
Grecian artifact
                        in the backdrop of Ovid

The caterpillar
                       of Like
                       of Love
                       of Hate
cocoons into insouciant
                                      vicissitudes

            ­                           Y.
                                    A
                        ­         W                                
but refuses to fly A
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