Did a Real Person Write This?

Did a real person write this,

or was it created by an artificial mind?

Was that post you liked and shared 

with your friends and coworkers earlier

rendered together by super computers,

tracking and tracing the rhythms of your fingers

with algorithms?

As it writes languages in ones and zeroes,

we still spit every phonetical letter 

of the alphabet.

If He Writes

If a man writes three poems

for her,

he is in love.

If a man writes thirty poems

for her,

he is in love

with poetry.

If a man write three hundred poems

for her,

he is in love

with words.  

Color Blind

Color me your kind,

color me your tribe,

color me cursed with 

the dark mark of Cain, 

color me outside your lines,

color me what you see

through your white eyes

and into your grey mind,

just don’t color me

blind. 

The White Crane’s Twisted Neck

Pluck the down feathers,

and twist until it submits

and remains silent.

Billionaires in Space

In the beginning, apes 

were shot into space

as disposable primates.

Now, billionaires

want to be the humanoids

to kiss the sky, 

molest the sun

and exploit the void.

Earth is a far better place

when all of the oligarchs 

become lost in space. 

Chris Butler is an illiterate poet scribbling gibberish from the Quiet Corner of Connecticut. He has published 10 collections of poetry, including his most recent book “Beatitudes”. He is also the co-editor for The Beatnik Cowboy.