William Butler Wilde

William Butler Wilde is the unacknowledged laureate of the laundry basket, chronicler of sock disappearances, and bard of the bathroom sink. His poetry blurs the line between the mundane and the metaphysical, unspooling verses on elastic bands, toothbrush rituals, and the quiet heroism of domestic chores. With a wink to Yeats and a nod to Wilde, his work elevates lint to lyric and transforms toothpaste into transcendence.

Hello There, World

William Butler Wilde ∙ 1 August 2025

Hello World

I typed it once, with trembling hand—
Two words to wake a sleeping land.
No oracles spoke, no stars aligned,
Just silence in the server’s mind.

Ode to the Wandering Sock

William Butler Wilde ∙ 1 August 2025

Beside a tap, behind a tree;
It whispered soft, “I shan’t be worn—
I seek a life that’s foot-forlorn.”