A Poem by Chris Butler

you know it’s far too late
when after constant commercials
for bootleg erectile dysfunction pills
and cures for balding heads,
all of which feature the incentives of
female models frolicking on sandy beaches,
and you reach the end of the broadcasting day,
watching a 4th of July fireworks spectacular
in tandem with the national anthem.

A Poem by Chris Butler

I’m just the fall
that’s hoping for a spring.

A Flash Poem by Chris Butler

You can put a gun to a man’s head
and make him move a rock up a hill.
You cannot put a bullet in a man’s head
and expect him to have a bright idea.

A Flash Poem by Chris Butler

I dream of angels
but sleep with demons.