John Paul Butler Poems

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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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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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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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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