the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Thursday, 13 December 2012

Chris Butler - 1 Poem


Love Won’t Come

Love won’t come
from just anyone.

Love won’t come
if unspoken of.

Love won’t come
by another vanhove.

Love won’t come
like rising suns.

Love won’t come
from up above.

Love won’t come
With turtledoves.

Love won’t come
in red rose groves.

Love won’t come
by touching gloves.

Love won’t come
under a thumb.

Love won’t come
with forced shoves.

Love won’t come
When cumbersome.

Love won’t come
except for some.

BIO: Chris Butler is a twentysomething nobody shouting from the Quiet Corner of Connecticut. He most recently published poems of pain in ppigpenn, BoySlut and Dead Snakes.