gotta take them shadow breaths,shallow-soft ‘n silent,don’t wanna fret ‘n fright the poor thing.‘n ain’t it a skittish one. I know, I know you wanna plunge arm first into the guts of it to go passion drunk ‘n trampin’ into the thick of it,but that ain’t, that ain’t how adults conduct …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Untitled #455 (2013)
give it up for that half-set two-step, I bet, I bet you’ve got beautiful eyes. ‘n ain’t that cheatin’?ain’t no clever in that,ain’t no knowin’ in that.“I bet you’ve got the most beautiful eyes.”ain’t that code for– –can I have, can I have, don’t care ’bout you, don’t care ’bout you, …
Untitled #454 (2013)
you’re tired totin’ that poetry text,‘n there’ this whole bloated section on Carpe Diem,‘n you’re feelin’ bad ‘n sad,‘n things just ain’t goin’ your way. what’s wrong with a little selfish, anyway? you’re sparkin’ at your finger-tips,your electrons push-pullin’,beggin’, beggin’ for that discharge,but it ain’t, ain’t, right, what’s wrong with a little selfish, …
Untitled #453 (2013)
‘; Years back, years ‘n years back,—we watched thunder storms on the porch, sky green Kansas plains thunderstorms, freight-train winds ‘n billowin’ wall clouds grand-parent tales of the great flood of ‘51, water risin’.—mist blowin’ through the screens, smell, the smell of rain.water risin’. writh-wrigglin’ through a chained up fence,pushin’ up on the other side …
Untitled #452 (2013)
‘; finals in the mornin’,hours ‘n hours of study,‘n we got finals in the mornin’.One way or Another,we’re gonna see that sun before we sleep,‘n bleary eyed ‘n confused,it ain’t no way, it ain’t no way to hold. breath-fog opaquein’ up your windsheild,drivin’ down the road, head out the window,friends in …
Untitled #451 (2013)
‘; jump-cut,you ‘n me ‘n a bottle of whiskey, because you want me to be truthful. you want me to be truthful. truthful. when I met you, you offered me and our best friend some ecstasy, no, you promised it. we had just drunk ‘n smoked ‘n ran our way from …
Untitled #450 (2013)
you’re sparkin’ at your finger-tips,your electrons push-pullin’,beggin’, beggin’ for that discharge.
Untitled #45 (2015)
You could have loved me better?Hell I could’a loved me better.But if I went ‘round mopin’ at all the could’a beens, all the should have beens,then this leather I sewed to my skin ain’t doin’ much good.‘n it ain’t, it ain’t like I done you justice.I keep gettin’ hurt, love,‘n I keep surprisin’ …
Untitled #449 (2013)
—not that they’d admit it before<br/> when time would make them liars. — Stephen T. Kennedy “Unspoken, Denied, Ignored”
Untitled #448 (2013)
I’d rather be star-struck<br/> -than sorrow stuck — Stephen T. Kennedy “I’ll Give You One More Ring”
