John Paul Butler

Wrecked angles
Can't form rectangles
When they've come out
Of the angle grinder
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She's so lazy
could be dead
pushing up Daisy
from her bed
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It's a lazy wind
that blows right through
Not around things
as it's supposed to
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I stroll down this road
That l have traversed so many times
And in various ways
At different points in my life
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She left his kiss upon her lips
Letting its moisture sink in
It found the way to her heart
And flapped to the beat of love
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Rabbits with beards
Always give me the weirds
Then l'm deranged
And mad and estranged
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I can't remember the circumstances but
We were at home and weirdly alone for once
The children all out and about elsewhere
Engaged somehow in separate activities
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Those zawns
Give yawns
To the dawns
That the day adorns
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With my eyelids pressed
Against the world
I will look into the blackness
Placing myself there
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I held you in my arms
From the very start
I hold you in my arms
And in my heart
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Pieces of shadows
Shattered in the dark
Hidden there by me
In order to lose them
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War holes
Shriek with bullets
In both the barrel
And the flesh
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There's a shy soul inside
Trying not to get out
There's a quiet soul inside
That doesn't want to shout
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The Grinning Reaper breathed
An airless scythe of relief and then
The poor little creature finally dropped
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I've got a lump in my throat
That's not an Adam's apple
Or for any other reason than
It's a lump of purest emotion
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Blunt hilltops behind
And between others
Look like eyes
Towards the horizon
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The first leaf is always divine
But each and every one is beyond joy
Though the last is both the saddest
And most satisfying of the tome
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The only reason l'm writing now
Is because l love this pen
As it's such a pleasure to use
No matter the where or the when
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You've kissed me all over
And so many times that now
My outer skin consists
Of nothing else but these kisses
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Here in the northern hemisphere
The world feels the wrong way around
So l turned everything on its head
To make things seem like the norm
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