Wednesday, August 24, 2022

Garbage Time by Chris Butler

When you're
losing
at life
so terribly
that the score
is completely
out of reach,
why waste those
final moments
focusing on the
scoreboard,
when you can
just take the ball
and head home
before the final
whistle. 




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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