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Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Flying unhinged down, scouring all the carbon to clean
Burnt, unseen, hidden under the same clothes you wore yesterday
Swing, sway, find a new way to grind it down into pumice
Pummel puffed lungs through hollow ribs
New rigs, tie up ends, loose, chop off the caboose, fend for yourself
What do you tell, to the ones you were supposed to protect
Trying to recollect if I even tried
But I don't think I did
and I don't know how
to live with that
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Another black coffee night, getting ready to spin out in ruts and potholes, new goals, spent in sketchbooks of scribbles

Little, off the end, severed, running fast to catch up, knife end ketchup dumb **** pull the trigger

You're bigger now, return to sender, how do I find you and take what you took from me

Silence is all I could see for see for so long, the darkest part right before dawn

Pushed and molded little pawn, strategy gone, **** the rules, only thing that rules is fire superiority

Roaring, please, hold this plunging blood pressure in check, pharmaceutical single serve select

Come correct if you come at all, hear that tree fall in the wilderness, the gentle caress of wind screaming wrong way

One day we just stop being, it will be so freeing, to finally shut off the hardware, gently left there, to accumulate flowers
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
L0e
I'm afraid of the dark but I've been there to long to care
Just be scared always
What's gonna happen next
I can't see
They're coming for me
With longrifle dart dumpers
Chest thumpers,
two in the heart, one in the mind
Brain matter unwinds on stained sidewalk
No room for talk, only business
Wish I could go back to that kid ****
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Trees swaying, we copy with limbs rhythmic, unhinged
To binge, on something, anything, take your mind off it
A soft hit of green clusters, munchy yellow mustard gas
To follow or to pass, cover yourself with diesel and light a smoke
Going for dead broke around every hairpin turn
Got to go earn that urn, watch the whole world burn
Wait your turn, they'll be eating you next
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
My fingers are turning into bugs and talking to eachother
chitter-chatter legs sawin'
SAW mobbing, spraying darts 725
per min
Good times and sin, splayed soulless
on the street sobbin'
Lobbin' handgrenades in the darkness, heartless
Target, large and approaching, less man than machine
Sent to roll over you and me
The nail that stands up
will be beaten down
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Gravel floor flip flop skidding
Soap on the tile
File down, contour
Cut out all the
fat
Sharp knives for that
sawbone skinnin'
filet mignon
A dance and a song
sell it at a fools price
vermin and lice
burn burn burn
Make a berm all around the structure and burn all the cockroaches out
Easier to go about, exterminate, refuse to think about
The consequences of the new plastic era
We're burying ourselves
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
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