Thursday, November 1, 2012

Two Poems by Chris Butler

Untitled Poem
A poem without any name
wouldn’t read as poetic.
A poem without any title
is unidentifiable
to the feeble minded,
by crippling their
metaphysical selves.
A poem without any header
beheads the scholars
from their crown on downward.
A poem is a poem
but its title isn’t untitled.
Damaged Goods
I am the can
of store brand
creamed corn,
dented and left
on the shelf,
behind the
rotating stock
of my long lost
siblings and
the cultivating
coverlet of
consumer dust,
only to be
years after my
expiration date.
Chris Butler is a twentysomething nobody shouting from the Quiet Corner of Connecticut.

1 comment:

  1. I think you sell yourself a little short Chris; you write intriguing things