FIVE POEMS – Chris Butler

Posted: November 23, 2011 in Fiction, Poetry
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CONSTIPATION

Shit
is written
in one minute.

Classics
are composed
on the toilet.

This
was inspired
by constipation.

FIRST KISS GOODBYE

I’ve fucked
every girl
that I’ve
ever kissed,

so does this
make me a
whore,

or just a
goddamn good
kisser?

HIPPIE

I was born
a flower child,
but grew up
in the life of pesticides,

dying in the dirt
that once gave birth,
succumbing to the sun
that once nurtured nature,

but what happens
when the fire of
napalm pollinates palm trees
to create life?

 
lmfao

I don’t speak text,
yet I can talk to you
in your foreign language

through the carpel tunnel dialing
of our cellular dismemberment,
 
but what will we say
when there are no
electronics between us?

I’m on silent.

 
OLD AGE

Age
is merely a measurement
of how many
times
one
has been spun
around the sun,
 
and how old
one
is all depends
on how dizzy
one
feels
as they fall
down
to earth
or
how long it
takes to
pick themselves
up
again
towards the sky.

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Comments
  1. abichica says:

    I love your poem ensemble… amazing.. 😀

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