We Don’t Trust Them

By Chris Bunton We don’t trust them.Those giants who rule the Earth;those fallen ones who stole our dominion. We don’t trust them.Those royal descendants of “gods”;those of the divine blood line. Why should we trust them?They live in castles even today,while we still cower in caves. Why should we trust them?From days of old,we dieContinue reading “We Don’t Trust Them”

Down Pour

By Chris Bunton It rained for a week,then the gullywasher came Hours of hard down pour;in sheets it fell.The streets were flooded, and water gushed from everywhere.Cars were stranded,while homes, became islands.  The flash flood broke quick; it flowed through the yard.and under the house.Everything washed away,and the cat freaked out. The deluge was over,as quick asContinue reading “Down Pour”

Church Nursery

By Chris Bunton You were in that church nursery, where they forced you to play. They made you share your toy, with that boy, who kept stealing it. They got mad, when you beat him, with that red fire truck. They said you were bad, and needed a long time out. Everyone made a bigContinue reading “Church Nursery”

On The Beach

By Chris Bunton Sitting on the beach, watching the awesomeness of God. Waves crashing  Wind blowing Sun warming the white sands and my toes below.  Peaceful Joyful Happy, happy, happy Till she shows up, blasting music. She wants to invade, my world. Maybe I’ll toss her tunes into the sea. Maybe I missed the point.Continue reading “On The Beach”

Good Boy

By Chris Bunton We murdered our dog today. Or at least that’s how it feels.We say it’s for the best.We say he’s suffering.But, it feels like a pointless death. He ran into the vets office.A Good Boy with cancer.He tripped twice, bumping a wall,and peed for the last time. What did he think as heContinue reading “Good Boy”

The Clock Ticks

By Chris Bunton The Clock ticks,tick tick tick.Time drags on,and on and on. A million times a day, the same thing,The same dread and hate all dayEvery day. Disrespect, again and again.It’s my fault once again.Whether from your mouth,Or twisting in my head,Again. Another prayer to escape,another prayer for change,another prayer for peace,another prayer to forgive,justContinue reading “The Clock Ticks”

Consumed

By Chris Bunton I remember in poverty,eating ramen noodles,daily. Beans and Weenies.Meatless saucespaghetti. Rice, Rice, Rice,without any realspice. Bologna Sandwiches.Hamburger Helpermixes. Fried Spam,and all kinds of meat,canned. Hot Dogs on a stick,burnt to acrisp. Catfish from the creek,yellow bellymeat. Milwaukee’s Best.Another brokenpromise. The cheapest smokes.Always gotta havethose. Colon cancer, Rectal cancer,lungs andbrain. A hole tooContinue reading “Consumed”

Cell Block Sounds

by Chris Bunton I was locked up in prison,on an aggravated charge.I had stabbed a man like me,another tough guy, just like me. I taught myself to whistle,a dozen well loved tunes.It soothed me, and brought joy;in a place where hate ruled the day. It was night, when we lock down,and I whistled out theContinue reading “Cell Block Sounds”

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