John Paul Butler Poems

Born to this world
In order to die
Sentenced to breath
With no reason why
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Wrecked angles
Don't form rectangles
When they've come out
Of the angle grinder
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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
Now it's the apple of much more
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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 through
Not around things
like it's supposed to
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The only reason I'm
writing now
Is because I love
this pen
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She left his kiss upon her lips
Letting it's 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 I'm deranged
And mad and estranged
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A salt skin
Covers us both
Dried overnight
From sweat
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I have buried
Deep within me
An apple's corpse
To make a tree
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