i wrote this about a year ago, but didnt have a place to put it. so i'll put it here. xxx
THE BUTTERFLY COLLECTOR
net. net. net.
the butterfly collector collets.
yellow yellow
red red red.
flutter flutter
goodbye.
dead.
without a shout, word or sputter uttered stop,
just like butter.
slip slip slip
pinned, squished on the lips
one hail mary,
closed in a book like lady cottington's pressed faeries.
a killer is patted on the back,
back with his net and wide brimmed hat.
hello ladies. wher're you at?
the butterfly collector collects.
It is a sort of sport,
this kind of catching,fetching, bedding and spreading.
it is a good day to console a chipped shoulder.
a prize,
something to show for,
for getting older.
an artistic mind, butterflies die in such experienced hands.
clap.
clap.
applause.
good one.
congratulate.
fat.
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