Jon Butter

Cruising for a smile
With her knowing look,
She sees my flirty eyes,
Impenetrable and delicious.
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Dive into cold water,
And this morning
You might discover,
Dazed by the frigid shock,
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On the outside,
You can't see what's eating him.
No more treatments are available.
He lives on milky white liquid
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God kisses angels from sleep like
waves rippling the sun into
a million tiny diamonds.
We eat cherries and cream
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On the edge
Where all explorers go,
Fear is like air.
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I'm drinking beer at 9: 38 AM.
Damn, no, it's cider.
I want to be one of those guys who's
so loose he can drink beer in the morning;
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Endless hallways and never an open door:
The giant in you will only die if you stop trying.
Don’t stop because elegant banisters and
Marble hallways will lead you to the place where you can rest.
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The picture is only of her face.
She floats on the page.
Her hair is more aura than earthly.
She is the most beautiful.
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Exeter rain and persimmon tea feed the
Angry demons who steal your wonder.
They laugh because you care too much
About petty slights and sucker punches.
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Your days will run out like sugar for your tea.
Unless one night as you stare into the fire,
Or perhaps the water boiling for your dinner,
Or maybe at the neighbor's children, a boy and a girl,
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The silhouette of your shoulder,
Moonlit and naked.
I see you turn your head and
Breathe the Paris night.
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You don’t really like people.
You’re committed to beauty.
You see the canvas and the only relationship
You need is with color and the transfer of
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The harbor buoy peals on the ferry's rolling waves.
Old houses, wind battered, line the same coast line
that 100 years before held only shells and creatures.
The clouds and water look the same: Gray, ancient, tired.
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I wish I could go back and
not make the same mistakes.

Cleaning out our bedroom closet,
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Cardigan above the knotty pine,
All granite peak and snowy cap.
The fire that burned your
Alpine scrub left you naked.
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As the Spring thaw runs out of snow,
The roaring waterfalls return to trickles, and
Wild flowers burst like children laughing,
Painting the fields with contagious colors:
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You look at the pages that sweat and chewed fingernails produced
Over way too many hours that could have been spent at the beach.

You peruse, with polite distance and gentle judgment, the work.
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I miss you God.

My mind aches from too much worry.
Where is serenity?
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Do you know how happy you’ve made me?
Like sunlight on the first morning after two weeks of rain.
My heart doesn’t know want when I’m near you,
Except for you.
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I'm so tired
of your sex,
But if you
were gone
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