When Trolls Climb the Pixie Trees by Chris Butler

The closest color 

to the stolen pot of gold 

isn’t indigo.


Chris Butler is an illiterate poet shouting from the Quiet Corner of Connecticut. He has published 11 collections of poetry, including the most recent and final addition to his “Poems of Pain” series, DOOMER, published by Ethel. 

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