Archive for November, 2007



bodily Harm

Promises promises
She won’t do you harm,
His word is his bond,
Mom won’t buy the farm
Sequences sequences
What happens next?
Will Infatuation’s daughter
Soon be my ex?
Out again off again
The stove was left on,
The back door is open,
And the cat’s got her tongue
Etcetera etcetera…
Gray mountains to climb
Six ounces and venting
And soon I’ll be fine.
kenn

corporate meeting

silent outside. restrained voices
and murmur or muffle of sound.
incoherent. beating irregular.
inside. beyond the foamed walls
shutting out the silence, I scream.
Shrieking. Shrilling. Gasping.
Glass breaks. Metal crumples.
Concrete crumbles. Water violently sloshes.
Am I really here?

run!

sleeping stops
good morning, Clock
run.
shower. drive.
traffic. thrive.
run.
busy. work
pressure. irked.
run.
pressure builds.
patience spills.
run!
thoughts in hollow
should pride I swallow?
run!
the poke, the prod
have mercy, God
run!
falsely accused
blind temper ensues
run!
curse and swing
and shoot at things
didn’t run.
the smoke then clears
my conscience seared
didn’t run.
weapon in hand
I’ve destroyed two men
done.
kenn




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