to toss a match
set a forest ablaze
a moment
can break a child
without praise

A moment
to take a life
driving while drinking
a moment
to say painful things
not thinking

A moment
can make a hand into a fist
a moment
can land a punch
with a twist

A moment
can blow up this world
in a switch
a moment
to end all moments
from a glitch

Under The Bridge

    Well you know the world doesn’t
Care if you lose or win
Ain’t nothing gonna stop it
It will continue to spin

It doesn’t matter if you have a broken
Heart or if there’s tears in your eyes
The Sun and the Moon will never
Fail to set and rise

So there’s no need for you to spend
All your time rolling in your sorrow
Because dusk will turn into night
And dawn will turn into tomorrow

So you put your trust in love and you
Dreamt of a special enchanted place
And your dreams turned into nightmares
And love slapped you in your face

Well you can cry yourself to sleep
And just let it bother you a smidge
For when morning comes you know
It’s all just water under the bridge

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright ©️ 12/09/2022
All rights reserved

Dangerous Euphoria

    Well it’s a modern phenomenon
These new ways for the young to die
It’s something I can’t comprehend
I’m only left to wonder why

It will be a blast, let’s steal a car
It’s our lives so let’s go waste it
We’ll take this car and drive as fast
As we can and crash it

They’ll pull our dead twisted bodies
From the mangled steel
Not knowing the rush of the moment
The way it made us feel

And though drugs have been around
To give us an artificial high
Now there’s this stuff called Fentanyl
It’s certainly an early goodbye

I’ve got this phone in my hand, there’s
Something about a text I can’t explain
I’ll read it and text them back
Even if I’m driving in the rain

I know that I can **** somebody or even
Shatter my own Calvaria
We’re young and I guess and we’re just
Naturally drawn to Dangerous Euphoria

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright ©️ 11/29/2022
All rights reserved

falling off the table
scraps for the dog
****** up from the vacuum
broken pieces from the man's plate
into his lap
as he stood, they fell straight
the bits stuck to his shoes
made their home inside the grooves
embedded in the nest of zigzag
and swirls they rest
so, this is bottom
walked on as leaves in autumn
he couldn't shake me loose
we didn't have a truce