Blew
When she blew me
the last kiss,
I tried to
pocket and save it
for an eternal later,
but I didn’t know
I was also
carrying
around a hole,
so it’s long lost
with all of my
loose change.
Money Shot
I can no longer
take pleasure
in pornography,
for fear
that the girl,
whose love
I once
suffered over,
might be the star
of the money shot.
Chris Butler is a twentysomething nobody
shouting from the Quiet Corner of Connecticut.
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