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”

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”

My Plumber

My toilet sucked.It would not flush.I was like a caveman,with an outhouse. So, I called my plumber;he estimated thousands,to help me fit in,with all my neighbors. It was way too much,but he had a plan.He knew a Man,who handed out grants. He had a friend,who gladly loaned,me moneybacked by the Man. The plumbers bill,was paidContinue reading “My Plumber”

The Art Fair

Sun shiny day;free after lock down. White tents in rows,flags waving,smells lifting,and the music plays. The search begins; for that perfect piece. Tent by tent;a smile and a nod. “I like that.”“It’s beautiful.”“How much?” Move along;the hunt goes on,for that piece that speaks,and sings. That local art,that awakens,something within. That beauty,that demands to come home.Continue reading “The Art Fair”

The Good Times

In the good times;the rich oppress the poor.In the bad times;the poor get their revenge.And the bad times always come. Be afraid;be happy.Your time will come again;if you don’t die now. Will it be the Mob;with a guillotine?Or a trial;with a noose? There is a pattern;to what we call random.There is a path;we all fallContinue reading “The Good Times”

The Blessings of COVID

There have been many bad things that have come out of this COVID-19 shut down order. We all know what they are, and can imagine worse things to come. But, I want to talk about the blessings. It has given people the chance to see what is really important. It has given people the chanceContinue reading “The Blessings of COVID”