Kenneth Springer

Kenneth Springer Jun 2013

I was asleep when you came in.
Wakening to the intoxicating tequila that drizzles from your mouth,
You've already managed to start the discussion
Combing you’re hands, lips and tongue to orchestrate
A stroke of genius in full consequence,
You now have my attention..

But you’re not alone,
Putting on my glasses
I see you picked once again
Navigating takes four hands ya know.

Now choose:
A spin-cycle or tune up,
temporary vision, lost again.
Each of you raves,
You both used to dance.
Looking at each other,
synchronizing the helm.

Yearning for violence you scratch the flesh
That harbors you’re enthusiasm.
Backbiting lust and forceful appetite,
This is what happens when you
*Wake the Wolf.

Kenneth Springer Jun 2013

HIT ME!

Today, I got punched in the face,
And I really liked it.
My lip roughly grazing the surface of my teeth,
Gently slicing my pomegranate edges.
My blood, tastes of used battery acid
Stinging my tongue on contact.

My head swung back a bit
As gravity seeks an answer
And always comes to collect.
I boomeranged back in place,
Just in time to hear the ringing
A deaf melody heard only by my ears.

When it was over I realized
My excitement was premature.
it all happened so fast.
Left me with the blues, a testicular protest..
I looked down at her.
Told her: “Now this side”
Today I got punched in the face twice..
And ******* loved it..

Kenneth Springer Jun 2013

Exploring blank pages

She wants to know me,
Whisper secrets down my throat.
But like so many before..
I don’t see her name, but,
I know everything about her.
I discern her independent thoughts
Her politely rebellious acts of defiance,
How she shops at thrift stores
Wearing old tank-tops to complement her Chanel,
Paints her nails black and her index red.
I know she says this,
but really wants that.
I know what makes her toes curl
I know what she likes
And how she likes it.
I read her like an open book,
Bold font size 45.
She wants to know me,
To explore ourselves together.
But I recognize her from afar,
So how could she ever know me…

i wish i could look past certain things and just be happy. but my artistic eye, the same eye that tells me whether something is tasteful or ney just won't allow me. Won't allow me to appreciate the beauty in each person. Won't allow me to settle.

Kenneth Springer May 2013

Whiskey Wednesdays

This ******* heart beats thrice per second
Pumping in and pumping out the black tar from my lungs.
If the body is a temple,
Then I have abandoned mine
No one now kneels in this void.
Baptized in whiskey,
Circumcised with a machete.
It’s no coincidence that,
I was born on the full moon
In the midst of a hurricane.
Learning how to eat with no spoon
But this is who I am.
We each have a cross to bare
Mine’s just covered in scalpels
Sharpened bread knives,
That draw wrinkles on my face.

Kenneth Springer May 2013

Guilty as Charged

Lost in thought
I struggle to wake,
Breathing in your toxic conclusions
false preconceptions,
Notions of refuge, receding to nothingness.

Steadfast is my disposition,
To go with what I believe,
Rather than what they say.
Because the judge will always lay verdict
While the judged may only plea.
And the plea is always guilty
When it’s coming out of me.

Kenneth Springer May 2013

Gummy Bears Can't Dance Salsa

You were hovering over me,
Violently yearning
You whispered:
“gummy bears can’t dance salsa”
Under us the ground broke.
And the choreography was immaculate,
As we fell on one another
Weaving our morals on the last door we passed,
Before we made that right and went downstairs.
The puddle fell under me— icing my back,
The fall silenced you’re moans,
while the silence started the quiver,
A treble in full effect.
You’re song was in windings as the prophetic tongue wandered.
Then they came to boast the steps,
But one after another their dance lay deaf
For gummy bears can’t dance salsa
When you’ve chewed off their legs.

Kenneth Springer May 2013

Last Night

I was tired but still made it
Took a shot to be festive,
then another to loosen the noose.
We danced for a bit but I was still stiff.
Jameson, on the rocks—my substance of choice.
Found you in the back,
Finished that ****** joint you rolled.
We laughed a bit and then you bit me.
I pulled you close but then you ran.
Kicked me in the shin,
Flicked me off as you turned the corner.
Love hurts they said.
*Literally…