Crow Gutted

And put it into the quiet long summer's grass
Where it is safe from the wheel of life
Where it can maybe slow its heart beat
And all I do is wring my hands,
Lift up my arms, cast spells
Eyes brimming with tears
"You'll be OK, You'll be OK
Your heart will stop and you'll fly away
Into the white clouds where the winds carry the voices that pray
For some relief to come as fast as God's Earth winds can take those
Gone today into God's destiny, his Fate, his opportune moments
Without doubt blown, or just an off-switch turned like a tired trucker changes
The remote control

Pain comes and goes
Pleasure is fleeting - in vain or with luck to catch
On a holy mountain peak where exits a sinners pub
Cynically not caring
So weary gone is daring
Except the odd temper flaring
Even the undertaker does not dress for "the occasion" here -
He sits in the lonesome corner playing patience and
Nobody there cares whether he looks up with penny filled eyes -
There's no surprise
For some a Fuck the World and All It Meant
The rest found with ecstasy its meaning and went the wrong road (UNFINISHED)

AJ Buttle 2010

poem/ideas no.1

My brother is a psychopath,
He watches the room squirm when he puts out his cigarette on his best friend's forehead
And throws his Blonde Hair back and laughter gushes forth
Like the blood he has spilt since his little heart began to beat
He spits on the beggar and the baron alike
He cares not who he hurts
He has bitten lots of ears off

We were driving up the motorway
Causing crashes wherever we went
But God saw us through
We were his tool
Speeding into oncoming monster rigs
Like a fearsome metal bird we flew
Cruising over 130mph his gold tooth mirrored me sat beside him
I said slow down
But he just laughed so much

At that moment he didn't scare me
But then he looked across at me with smile cruelly bent (serious intent)
And said through me
"You've been with my woman; now we're gonna die"
WITH SHARP STATIC EVERYTHING REDUCES TO SILENCE

AJ Buttle circa. 2005