Keith Ren

Keith Ren Sep 2010

just over seven hours ago
my Grandma left her body at
the hospital

she had the
'can't remember you' disease
and i hadn't visited much

i saw her body there
and she's the first person
i've ever known to leave like that

a prayer was said
and i held onto my cousin
and cried

my cousin told me in the parking lot
that Grandma remembered her
and squeezed her hand
before it was time

fourteen of us ate together tonight
i sat next to that cousin

there was unspoken gratitude
among us, the living
and Grandma is with God

but all i can remember is
the brownies she would make
and her Bible

a gap remains

i wish to feel her watching
because

a gap remains

much more journal than poem
a gratitude for your allowance

Keith Ren Sep 2010

The Man Stood at the Mirror for 47 Minutes and Tried to Manually Transform His Synaptic Connections

****
DEPRESSION!

Keith Ren Sep 2010

Scherzo

now, how long shall i
fake the dance,
and let the life pun
circumstance?
consider it luck
the fools i get to note?

my God is one
of humor, see
he plays such lovely...
melodies
the scherzo-His, is one
i know by rote

the users feign
their words, His name
and lie to sheep
to push their fame
but Hell has little holes
in which to writhe

for He does see
it makes me smile
as they do jig
their wares awhile
the jokes on those who'll
burn for money'd piles

Keith Ren Sep 2010

Not in Vain Thus Drunk

i shoot my dinner
and rinse the glass
my patience waits
for overpass
i'll have a second
    just to rush the hour

i love my life
well, parts at least
that lonely lust
doth shape the beast
that finds me at the mirror
    feeling sour

i everspan
my thanks in true
such luck i've had
in finding you
i grovel seed
    while you so gather flowers

i'll rule my world
expressive here
but catch you not
your soul so dear
   to me
              it seems
     so useless
                 are my powers

the lucky me
            the lucky me
   i see desire
                           the  lucky me

more of a rhyming journal entry
than a poem

Keith Ren Sep 2010

Angel Moon

I want to get working,
But Moon seems to find me.
I want to check list offs.
I want to be Zen.

I'd like to temp-rid her,
But phases distract me,
To close and forget her,
To blank, and then bed.

the watery choke
that passes for notes

She ties stomach knotlettes.
She ruins my meals.
Lobotomy fantasies cling.

But suffer the giver.
This surfer may learn here.
This Angel Moon soon may just sing.

I need a
Jiminy Cricket

Keith Ren Sep 2010

tide me over

empty little pockets
have gathered near my heart

she is the moon

should've put my arm around her
the night had even asked

see her on the waves

the light step tread
but I'm drawn like none before

tide me over

the gratitude comes
in knowing what I want,
not in getting it

Keith Ren Sep 2010

Be the Churn

Scream the day!
Those ******* hooflocks!
Don't spin the mere in dread!

You're here, the now.
The sunshark cagers,
Can **** their yesterdeads!

Let's not be held,
Don't yet make peace.
Go *** your path unled.

Let's lose the shapedowns,
****** neg-rakes,
And use their bones for stead.

            Be the churn
                       let's be the churn
your hands so small
                                                let's be the churn

              til something falls!