Sunday, October 2, 2022

Heaven is a Dive Bar in Hell Serving Only Shirley Temples by Chris Butler

Drink until your blood turns into a fine wine.
Eat until your flesh turns into tasteless waifers. 
Smoke until the burning bush's ash rises like a phoenix.
Inject until all of your veins cave-in under the skin.

Once you detox for three days,
escaping the cave with a boulder door,
you will never ressurect your erection again.




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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