Once there was a lost and lonely caterpillar Searching for her glitter But then She found you Who helped her break through Allowing time To help her climb You sheltered her, helped her transform Which gave her the power to get through the storm Letting her bloom Away from the fumes Now she has wings It’s time to cut strings No looking back It’s time to unpack She’s finally found her way No more sky’s full of grey No longer scared of the moon This butterfly no longer needs her cocoon
You don’t have to do that babe: Getting gussied up to go out and get groped by the grotesque ghosts and goblins that turn the green grass brown and the blue skies gray. Just stay here and smoke with me and lounge around in the haze of your dying potential, But take comfort in knowing that your demise is only eventual.
Let's just munch the leaves and drop the eaves and pet the peeves And reject the difficult and embrace the sensual. Then maybe when we've grown old and burdened from the waves of regret residual, We can be like Romeo and Juliet and end the physical.
Merwin saw lions in China. I found a chessboard on the ceiling. I saw a ****** in a caterpillar's arms Cradled like a child. I found no rabbit But I did find Alice. The caterpillar claimed innocence And I hope he's right.
The white knight never piped up form above, He never took a step.
I think I'm losing the game. Chess was never my thing, But then, dead people were never my thing, And here I am And here she is regardless.
Those of old saw meaning in the stars. The stars in her eyes are too cold to hold any meaning. I can't decipher my next move from her eyes. Stars make terrible chessboards.
I don't think I want to play this game anymore. Alice is offputting And the wonder has left Wonderland.
Merwin saw lions in China. We never made it that far.
I've been changing a lot these days. It feels like up until this point I was just a caterpillar, growing and eating. Absorbing information and understanding. But now I'm ready for the change. Ready to use all that I've learned and absorbed. I've weaved my cocoon and now I am ready to emerge from it's safety and isolation.
Today I leave behind my chrysalis and embrace my life as a butterfly.
I watched as your webbed nest grew In the branch of the front yard tree A plague of squirming brood Not that a web of a spidering
Yours was much too thick As I braved a finger, fear quelled Skipped on using a stick Strong and sturdy she held
“Are these caterpillars?” You asked, I replied “I think they are.”
You asked for the destruction of civilization “You need to cut these down.”
“I can’t, I been watching them grow, Watching this web slowly take over. Now I see on every tree When I’m out driving Their villages Where they live Feeding off the leaves If these are so common Why are butterflies so rare?”
You responded with no care “They are ****, I don’t like them.”
I watched the rest of that tree Be consumed I hope that plague Becomes beautiful soon