Busking with Butterflies — Bartley
What’s the purpose of this popoise
why’s he waliing on the whale
on the surface, swims a tortoise
I think he’d be good with kale
in the kitchen, butter flies
butterflies are on the lawn
slippery people flutter by
the shutter stutters dusk till dawn
and on and on…
busking sometimes, eating homefries
when I find the time alone
eating stones and cigarette
butts when the money isn’t home
avalanches crushing ranches
making sandwiches from bone
escapades are just charades
when the boulders start to roll
This is my brother. He sings about the world through the eyes of a hiker and it is beautiful. We've done some Album-a-days together, you can find them on here. Adam Hosack