my heart feels heavy
not like the metaphors
breathy
but it really does
I lay my hand
where it’s supposed
to be
it feels weak
almost
not beating

my lungs
breathing deep

my eyes tired
blurry

my throat
full of weird soft shivers
like my heart silently beats there
weak

my brother's music playing
in the background
my ears on sharp
listening

my hands...
sweaty

my legs
heavy

overwhelmed

do I hate the rascists
or the immigrants
I hate the rascists

A broken heart is–

a poet's greatest treasure.

Like Norm said
Through the voice of Billy Bob
It's fun to be a lone wolf
Except at wolf picnics
When you have no one
To enter the wolf wheelbarrow race with.

Distance Can’t Escape Time

      Our species lives on a big ball
In the vastness of space
All we can do it seems is to fight
Simply for the difference in our race

The one big question I ask is why
There’s no rhyme or reason for hate
There’s not one person on Earth who
Can explain how did it originate

We all dream of a better future
Yet no one can let go of the past
If we cannot learn to love then
Forever the hate will last

With this concept we find that the past,
Present and future are one in the same
You might as well take a picture of any
Decade and put it in a frame

You can dream  about a new planet in
A far off galaxy, a life so sublime
But eventually you’ll face the reality
That Distance Can’t Escape Time

Written By:Charles Kean
07/30/2025

"Croissant of Confusion"

Your layers spiral inward,  
a buttery maze without a map—  
I bite the edge, get lost in curves,  
crumbs falling like questions.  

Is it pastry or pastry’s dream?  
I’m too entranced to care which.