Butterfly Man 4

June 29, 2008

Frustrating but I think I’m going to have to drop another verse – annoyingly it’s one of my fav ones – about the cattepillars beings as nimble as fingers and clever as cats…just can’t see a way to keep it without making it waffly. The structure I’m trying is to have the chorus every 2 verses, but with that it makes 3, so…hmm. If anyone has any thoughts, let me know, otherwise, no worries.

Butterfly Man

Legs like a stick insect
brain like a frog
The Butterfly Man
was as strong as a bug,
he was grasshopper lean
and milipede spry
and he lived in a house
with his butterfly wives.

His obsession began when he was a nipper
Got silk worms at school from his 7th grade teacher
He took them all home to keep safe over summer
kept 12 in a tank – fed green leaves for supper.

The butterfly boy would watch them at night time
Lie on his stomach, face down with a flashlight.
The silk worms would rear on their little back hind legs
Jut snouts at the glass like some kick-ass style hybrids.

Legs like a stick insect
brain like a frog
The Butterfly Man
was as strong as a bug,
he was grasshopper lean
and milipede spry
and he lived in a house
with his butterfly wives.

That summer from school was the longest one yet
and the silk worms grew slow as the oak leaves grew less;
but when waking one morning he looked at the tank
he found they’d all vanished replaced by white bands.

The butterfly boy, was ridden with grief
and drove to distraction, picked up the left leaves.
Like yokels with grass stems, he chowed down on shoots
thought of his wrigglers and prayed for his troops

Legs like a stick insect
Brain like a frog
The butterfly man
was as strong as a bug,
he was grasshopper lean
and milipede spry
and he lived in a house
with his butterfly wives.

One morning in August he woke with a pain
an ache in his shoulders – a lumberjack’s strain.
He looked to his fish tank – saw broken out shells,
threads looped and empty – and wings spread like bells.

When he patted his muscles to ease up the joint
he found by his shoulders the nubs of two points
the two little lumps – were feathered and soft
and twitched like antennae and flapped like a moth’s.

Legs like a stick insect
Brain like a frog
The butterfly man
was as strong as a bug,
he was grasshopper lean
and milipede spry
and he lived in a house
with his butterfly wives.

Yes Butterfly Boy had grown wings to be folded
Under his clothes like a laudry-day’s load in
a couple of papery, leathery darts,
he pressed them out flat like a cloth when he bathed.

Now he’s living in Leicester, a man with no name
Raising his insects and miles around famed
He’s got stick insects, beetles, roaches and lice,
Weevels and slimy, milipede pipes.

He’s got –

Legs like a stick insect
Brain like a frog
The butterfly man
is as strong as a bug.
he was grasshopper lean
and milipede spry
and he lives in a house
with his butterfly wives.

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