Beaten [Poem] by Chris Butler


Beat me out of me, 
beat seeds out of me, 
beat the skin off of me, 
beat the need out of me, 
beat me until tender meat, 
beat me until you’re sticky, 
beat me until I am sleepy, 
beat me until my heart ceases.

Chris Butler is an illiterate poet shouting from the Quiet Corner of Connecticut. The final two books in his Poems of Pain series, “Hi, my name is anonymous” (Alien Buddha Press) and “DOOMER” (Ethel) are scheduled for publication in 2021. These poems are in the new series written by Antichris. He is also the co-editor of The Beatnik Cowboy.  

Published by mistyrampart

Freelancer, poet, dreamer

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