you know that moment,everyone does,when you come up against that rail,and lean out,look over,gauge how far it is down,and wonder how it would feel to jump? Now, I don’t recommend this as a life plan for anyone,because it results in as many scrapes and bruises and broken bones,as it does anything worth anything, but there …
Post Type Archives: Poems
Untitled #212 (2018)
feels like,i haven’t slept in weeks,been rushing home to do nothing,been laying here watching the dust cling to the ceiling fan lose it’s perpetual fight against momentum over the span of hours. for a short time I yelled about my feelingsto a packed room of rapt listeners,drowned out the echoes of me with their bodies, …
Untitled #211 (2018)
I know,philosophically,that its damn dangerous to put you on an altar,to raise you up as some grand granite ideal,that no flesh, bone, ‘n blood could ever… –but that don’t mean I don’t want to tell your myth,to read the tabs of you tip to tip,and strum you long lost lyrics like Lyrato let my lips …
Untitled #210 (2018)
i suppose there’s more to be grateful for than not. what with the fight against entropy going as well as it ever goesand the paycheck vending machine still going, kicks aside. and all them books that say that me,tired ‘n sweaty, surrounded all sides by clean,should be so damned happyjust cause, just cause, look at …
Untitled #209 (2018)
stop, breathemist on your fingertipsbreeze through your hair this is just thisno more, no lessbreathe curl your toesfeel that electric ground. Now,one foot, then the other.
Untitled #207 (2018)
sometimes I feel like the perfect chameleon. don’t talk about it much, anymore,but I’ve enough life under my belt to relateto just about anyone. lived just short of homeless for a while,been white my whole life, been a male too,been a busser,been a dishwasher,been a groundskeeper,been a burger-flipper,been a poet,been a writer,been an asshole,been shoved …
Untitled #206 (2018)
I’m in love now,with all the passion I used to dream of,so don’t get me wrong,I’m not unhappy: but the thing about not having to say I love you like you’re screamin’ into a storm is not having to get creative about saying it in the hopes that maybe this time, unlike all the …
Untitled #205 (2018)
the best love poems I ever wrote,were for things I knew I would never have. found all my old music the other month,still remembering all the shit in there listening to Trailer Trash on repeat. read through my old blog,been long enough, dunno.told my brother tonight, in jest mind,that getting older was more debt, more …
Untitled #204 (2017)
Made a thing. It has to load some fairly large images, so give it a moment. This is a copy of an old poem with a new visual element. Let me know what you think. I might try to do more of these. http://stephentkennedy.tumblr.com/sit
Untitled #203 (2017)
the kind of silenc ecars s praying reflectionsdoor locked behind mewondering where you left the remoteas i start youtube, or netflix, or hulu, or pandora, or spotifyanything to fill
