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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I have buried
Deep within me
An apple's corpse
To make a tree
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I try washing your tears
In the moisture of an April cloud
It doesn't work and you
Fall down from that shroud
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The point of Ayre is
But to breathe
Just breathe and to be
As the air looms
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The robin has appeared again
Being more than merely a messenger

It somehow even looks like her
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In the summer
This place is tame
A serene scene
A sanctuary of sorts
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Born to this world
In order to die
Sentenced to breath
With no reason why
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Last night she cried her saltwater
From the oceans within
Deep into my eyes
Which cleansed my sight
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A salt skin
Covers us both
Dried over night
From sweat
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As if lit somehow from within itself
Just like my lover awake again now
The candle flame flickers
An eye blinking and winking away
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Nothing between the ears
Empty chest
The right to bare arms
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It burns cold
Over the ocean
To the horizon
This silver strip
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I was bitten by the Big Apple
I was bitten to my core
Now it's the apple of my eye
It's now the apple of so much more
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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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