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”
Category Archives: Poetry
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”
The Wall
By Chris Bunton I walked past the wall, my head held low. My father made it home; no one’s there I know. But I saw him there, a man that could be a friend; another son, looking for someone, to bring an end. I began to feel the tears welling; my heart broken. They roseContinue reading “The Wall”
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”
Remember When
Remember when we acted so sly, Going to lunch and getting high? Remember when we camped and drank all night; all of us glowing in the fires light? Remember the girls we used to date, How they never used to make us wait? Remember the time we all skipped school? Always together, forever, free andContinue reading “Remember When”
Entitled to Love
By Chris Bunton They tell us;“You are not entitled to anything.” But, somehow we feel that’s wrong. The birds have food,the beasts have water;and they can find a mate. They tell us;“The world is harsh,it hands you nothing.” But, humans seem to make it worse. Your rules, and laws and boundaries of the mind;enslave usContinue reading “Entitled to Love”
Me
I have failed at everything.Everything I try to do. I have failed in school.I was never well behaved. I have failed at work.I was never a very good slave. I have failed at family.Where are they now? I have failed at life.I’m barely making it somehow. I’m not a famous person.I’m not a wealthy man.I’mContinue reading “Me”
Rise Up and Walk
Rise up and walk;when life’s got you down. Rise up and walk;your way around town. When depression sets in;and you only see the end.Rise up and walk. A little here. A little there.Around the block;or down a beautiful trail.Rise up and walk. If you’re sick; pray and believe.Then, rise up and walk. Trapped in a place?RiseContinue reading “Rise Up and Walk”
