Wednesday, January 6, 2021

An Evening Storm by Jonathan Butcher

A slow step through that callous riot;
a calm stroll through splinters that spray
forward like blunt darts, fists fly which break
tables and reflection-less windows; a frustration
never fulfilled.

At each table these actions are carried out,
acted with the most badly written scripts; 
phrases slung back over tiled floors and bars,
too low to offer the usual support intended.

Those cocktails of abuses, watered down 
with the weakest of punches. The same diatribes
repeated in bathrooms and beer gardens.
Again, we walk through with impeccable calm,
another evening perfectly weather worn. 




Jonathan Butcher is a poet based in Sheffield, England.
He has had poetry appear in various publications including:
The Rye Whiskey Review, Mad Swirl, Drunk Monkeys, 
The Morning Star, Popshot and others. His third chapbook
'Corroded Gardens' was published by Fixator Press.


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