13May 2023 Chris Butler

Just As the Founding Fathers Intended

Just as the founding fathers intended, we should all own a weapon for home defense. One moonless evening, four ruffians break into my house. As I snatch my powdered wig,... Read More
editors note:

Exercise your rights, precisely. (We welcome Chris to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay

23Feb 2021 Chris Butler

Please Let Me Sleep

Twenty four hours in bed, though no rest in the imprints of pillowed heads, form festering sores and crumbling iron deficiencies, only two hours of dreams at a time when... Read More
editors note:

So little time to sleep while quickly counting sheep. – mh clay

21Jul 2020 Chris Butler

Stoned Age Space Ape

This isn't rocket surgery, just ignite the lighters, then exhale the rush of the thrust. An orangutan drunk off of orange tang, is then spoon-fed doses of LSD-25 from Harvard... Read More
editors note:

A new space program awaits “below the earth’s dirt.” – mh clay

6Nov 2015 Chris Butler

Sheep

The sheep feel a false sense of security under the sheepdog’s vigilant eyes after the black sheep, with their fearsome wool of darkness are outcaste to the outskirts, until a... Read More
editors note:

It’s safe to look down while there’s still higher ground. – mh clay