June 5, 2008
[audio:http://www.thebutteredslice.com/squid/mp3/Adrift.mp3] (Give us a listen, do) When I was a little kid Riding in the car, Sometimes I’d look to see No hands upon the wheel. No parent in the seat, Nobody to slow it down, Strapped too tight To reach up front And take the wheel– I hope we stay on the road. On [...]
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June 3, 2008
Gravity is the security tether That lets you let go of the grass And gaze open-handed into the abyss Of sun, moon, stars, and empty space. Gravity is the shifting illusion That says, of the wandering zenith, “There! There is up and not down!” And masks, with unfathomable But green-blanketed mass, The vast co-wandering nadir. [...]
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May 21, 2008
Zephyr, a new contributor to The Buttered Slice, shares poetry about kissing her son’s cheek.
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May 15, 2008
(Click to play song) [audio:http://www.thebutteredslice.com/squid/mp3/For_the_Birds.mp3] You don’t mind me coming round I’m not sure what to do with that It’s not like with other folks, Where I’m shooed and waved out From some well-kept city park Where they spray down the nests And the gates turn away Nice old women With old bread for my [...]
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March 2, 2008
Salmon is fish for company; Snapper when we eat alone. Spinsters poach perch Slathered with tartar sauce. Bachelors would eat steak; Bachelors eat mostly Hot Pockets. Better weeks see blueberry frozen waffles for Breakfast, or dessert. Some houses fill daily with Smoke; greasy dust Settles on top of the fridge, in cupboard corners, Stays for [...]
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February 20, 2008
Red blood Red bones Pink quick, Nails thick and white, polished. Green suit Soft chair Plush beard Lips with crumbs at the corners. From the shadows of the jungle From a window From a plane See the oilfields glowing A bandy-legged union A hammers’ chorus sings “No-one in the dirt alone! In the dirt together! [...]
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