Life goes on,
on and infinitely on,
with or without you
indefinitely,
even if you try
to stay behind
far and wide,
whether or not
the weather is
too soon to bloom
unpollinated spores
on the strategic
trajectory of tragedy,
when the thirst of
sunshine
burns worse than
moonshine.
Anti-Chris Butler is an illiterate poet. His last chapbook, DOOMER, is available through Ethel. He is also the co-editor of The Beatnik Cowboy literary journal.
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