Biography of Jason Bouthillier
I was born in Florida, and I reside in a small, rural fishing and drinking town named Steinhatchee. I see the ocean nearly every day, and I dream of catching fish from my boat. I have four unique children, and an equally unique wife. I like the way the wind affects the water of the Steinhatchee river mouth that leads out to the open ocean, and it reminds me of poetry. Sometimes it's rough or smooth, and sometimes there's a light chop.
Jason Bouthillier's Works:
Pornphobia, a collection of poetry.
Jason Bouthillier Poems
I tried the new Kleenex You know! The kind with the lotion and I made that familiar blowing motion
'Daddy, can I please take a bath? ' she asked, just five, with tangly blonde hair. Next to sticky, cracked egg shells long stuck to the cardboard of a Steak-ums package and
My Poetry (Bones)
I need them to see my bones in glass jars, bone-on-glass-sounds as they rattle me
She bounced her protruding titties, That were as fake as her smile, Betwixt the flaps of a labcoat, This professional nurse.
sweetly donning dark of day in glimmer of shadows and sun strewn through the wind of trees
She said, 'You must have an awful lot of time on your hands' Then would I not have what is most valuable on my hands? And then I want to flick the ticking seconds from my fingers
things seen others do not can see where blind is at times not blind to that only when in said blind
My mother, youngish, in shorts and tee huddled upon rumpled sheets, cheap bed and me. I'm only sweet ten, and've cried more'n a boy ever should, next me my
She said, 'You must have an awful lot of time on your hands'
Then would I not have what is most valuable on my hands?
And then I want to flick the ticking seconds from my fingers
And stick them to her dripping face.
But why just a taste?
I take time from my hands and hurl hours to waiting embrace.
She catches my days, months, and years