Mark Butkus
Mark Butkus Poems
On the night that bin Laden died
with a bullet in his head
A beeping phone awoke me
from a restless night's sleep
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La Aurora de Nueva York tiene
cuatro columnas de cieno
y un huracán de negras palomas
que chapotean las aguas podridas.
...
Was looking for some change
To do the laundry on 8th Street
When I came across Charlotte’s shells
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As Sunset Amy dips into the sea
She rises in my heart
A tentative summer's smile
An autumn's first kiss farewell
...
The rains that played havoc with your plans were due here by dawn
There were no puddles nor drops when the day began
Pure folly to think that the bales of hay would be brought in under dry skies
The farmers plight is to out-maneuver the weather
...
I spent the afternoon exploring
As much of you as I could
Feeding on your flesh
With my lips and tongue
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A mother is more than a night in a delivery room
She is there when needed
Soothes away pain
With a smile or a touch
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Hoy Yo tuve un nino en mis brazos
Ha pasado mucho tiempo
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When your name is stolen from a book
it's easy to lift lines
I don't know if she knows it
or even if it matters
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The ice is drinking my Absinthe
Ethereal worms dance in my glass
I have to improvise while wearing spats
My TV is wearing a Hawaiian shirt
...
Shafts of light reach heavenward
to where you both once stood
Again you take my breath away
Once more I shed a tear
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Mark Butkus Biography
Mark Butkus wrote about the environment for more than 20 years. In Mexico, he exercises the left side of his brain. As one of the founders of the Bar None Group he has edited two anthologies of English writing from the Costalegre region of Mexico. Caught between two worlds he now calls Chicago home. Poems listed at Poemhunter first appeared on the Bar None Group website at: www.barnonegroup.com with the following exceptions: 'Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder' first appeared online at Stories Space and; 'For A Mother' appeared on the now dormant Basil and Spice. The Bar None Group welcomes submissions from writers novice and established. Visit the website for details or email: barnonegroup(at) gmail.com)
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The Monster Under The Bed
On the night that bin Laden died
with a bullet in his head
A beeping phone awoke me
from a restless night's sleep
there were two messages
The night was still young
I thought about celebrating
but I smiled and went back to sleep
'A small, cool
gathering my house now'
A shout of joy
from down below
ended my restless night
Jay was awake and had seen the news
A new day was about to unfold
Two hours later
Jay was doing laundry
and I was confirming
my flight back home
An hour after that
and Jay was out for eats
and I was on the beach
with my feet facing
our own private Mecca
The waves
oblivious to the news from Pakistan
continue to crash
against the shores of Mexico
Osama bin Laden
the monster under the bed
no longer has to worry about
restless nights
but we do
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