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Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Blacked out bean water, liquid lucidity
The city sees both sides of us, undressed emotion
We're constantly in motion, flung forward
Violent in our boredom, brooding over broken brooms
Our tombs will be made of limestone, come home prodigal son
Come undone around the seams and scream into the nothing
Life is blushing, in her youth, soon extracted, rotten tooth
Corpses in the kissing booth, braiding hair into a loose locket
Blue button birthed and flaunted, fell of for me to find
Loose thread keeps time over tea cups spilling
Come one, come willing, find my pulse in the dark
Watch the sparks pour out the window on a half smoked camel
****** well, devil dancing on dates and dark water
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Exhaling, another night of smoke and nothing
songs on repeat, moving forward
at a snail's pace
amputation
footrace
We loose lace our lives into liver sandwiches
Prometheus laughs at us
how many times do we
have to touch the
hot
pan
It's one in the same, man, bandstand my soul abandoning the shell
crispy Cicada sound
swells
rushes
Luscious, this feeling of sitting here
over smoke, sticky
the tricks to be
really still
focus
****
It's a still captured in rhyme, passed on to time, taking
bits of thyme
burning
them
Swerve and send the oxygen rushing away
come out and play, warriors
come out
and play
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Nicotine and caffeine, burning tire, no traction, in the rain or sun the same
None to blame, blemishless, buffed into brilliant sterility with hot sauce
Arcane toss, dice tumbling, rice pummeled in stainless machines
Bleach disinfects, cleans, the picked scab blood out of sheets
Tattoos on feet, a whole bunch of shiney nothing
From deep we spasm up, cramped leg kicking for air
Only one care in the world, that next one, married to our breath, do us part on death
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Soaking in the sun sitting soaked in sweat
Let me go, oh gentle soul, guide me down river
Giver of all, whetting stones for steel locks, stretched and sharpened
The tarp end vomits smoke, we sit and poke at embers
Who will be the enders, the final players of the game
When the angles get to complex to even stay, much less analyze
A burger and fries another artery dies, cauterized, desensitized
Flays land on the lip of the glass, imparting ****
This cigarette is down to the last hits, **** coffin nail
Move as slow as a snail, strike like lightening
The tightening of the eyes is reaction to chemical unload
Another rock in the road kicked into the gutter
harsh scratching rattle
Pushed from flat into bowl, pressure and precision
You wake up every day and try to envision
things going right
Put your spirit in flight, there is no reason to fight
Be a kid, fly a kite, everything can be alright
if we can just
love
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Please hold me until I pass out
These meds make everything go black
And I'm scared to go into the dark alone
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Sipping red juice, cigarettes leaf loose, filter tip flick brush fire
The truth from a liar, a bullet from a Steyr AUG, hitting meat
The mercy seat is open, we're still hoping on a miracle
Melts away like summer sun creamsicles, removed like tonsils
Swerve low sweet cherry fly, come on through let's get real high
Forget about the world and the hurdles jumped through to grow old and die
Constantly asking why, a species unwillingly born
Fire and scorn we rain down on one another, its life being taken from our species, our brothers
How many mothers have to outlast their children?
Instill in me some recipe for success, bless this next step off
The road used to be soft, but I can feel the potholes now
With a sudden bow we retreat to our lonely places
Screens replace faces and we talk less, less stress
Exhaling whatever type of smoke from your chest
Hummingbird feathers sewed into your vest
You bring out the best in me, give me sight to see
the possibilities
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Mid day wake up, med cup, emptied into open palm, balled up
Left, everything just left, like a morning smoke burnt down
Bound to fail, lay low, hail on the tin roof out back of the cove
A grove, cut down, covered in asphalt and heat and us
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