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

discovered

years after my

expiration date.

 

 

 

 

Chris Butler is a twentysomething nobody shouting from the Quiet Corner of Connecticut.