They’ll be rockin’ in Heaven
Down St. Peter’s Gate Way.
Chuck Berry passed over,
But he still can play.

True King of Rock,
He’ll live for evermore.
And he’ll keep duck walking,
Along that golden shore.

His guitar keeps twanging,
Wah wah tlang tang tang.
Ya want a Showman?
Chuck’s still yer man.

He died at ninety.
It was very sad.
But now he’s up there,
I’m sure that God is glad.

He’ll love that Rock N Roll Music,
Chuck’s sense of humour too.
A touch of Devil also,
When he sings the blues.

So all you Saints and Angels,
You better move and hurry,
For they all want to dance with
That amazing Chuck Berry.

Paul Butters

the ocean holds and kisses
the sky so softly.

entranced by my psychologist
I wondered at her phraseology
ten words into my diaphora
she instantly knew
came at me with pointed
questions I could see the intentions to
I stumbled
preparing another plan of attack
then thought
how about I make **** up
voices I have heard voices
she seemed uncaring like
she had heard this a hundred times
asked how do I think of my mother
father siblings do we converse
I asked her back the same questions
then started in
you seem to be attentive to the **** things
sweet pea
you squirm
fidget
nothings wrong
I see
are you ok
her face grew a bit perspiry
and then three thugs rushed in
and I was  bound
I had no idea
she had a
panic button

What would be the color of my sky ?
I'll tear up the clouds
My small tongue kisses you
The sun is turning
Your white teeth was biting two round points
Your dandelion is growing
The wheat is always menstruated in my poems
And I like to sleep on the back of my red backpack

آسمان من چه رنگ خواهد بود ؟
ابرها را پاره می کنم
زبان کوچک من تو را می بوسد
خورشید می چرخد
دندان های سفیدت
دو نقطه ی گرد را به هم گاز می گرفت
قاصدک تو بلند می شود
گندم ها همیشه در قصه های من پریود اند
و من
دوست دارم
پشت کیف قرمز رنگ مدرسه ام بخوابم

one day lying on my back on the lawn
the sky painted a portrait for me
a man floating on clouds like cotton
through passages of eternity

these empty spaces passages
they floated between the white
fluffiness created a movie
of sublime white and blue

I saw men and women in
portraits above
smelling sweet sweet blossoms
the grass green the clover

all around were dreams and hypnosis
things brought forward
I had forgot
thoughts of then

the sun peaked through
a ray of sunshine so bright
I was blind for  a minute

when I opened my eyes again
it was such a beautiful day
I sought to lay there
on my back
and watch the sky

forever
to eternity
or until
I died