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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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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