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 …
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Untitled #457 (2014)
There’s a portrait on my wall. long unblended strokes, like the savagery circling that golden calf, done up in hues of green and blue. how many have I written poems about,my fancy flitting to-and-fro? I am blue only in the dead parts of me, deep-dead-black in the lips and eyes, and skin bathed …
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 #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 #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 #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 #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 #450 (2013)
you’re sparkin’ at your finger-tips,your electrons push-pullin’,beggin’, beggin’ for that discharge.
Untitled #447 (2013)
a scream, a real scream,<br/> runs like wildfire,<br/> livin’ in a kettle spout,<br/> it’s whistlin’ like it’s time for tea, — Stephen T. Kennedy “Supernova”
Untitled #448 (2013)
I’d rather be star-struck<br/> -than sorrow stuck — Stephen T. Kennedy “I’ll Give You One More Ring”
