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Patrick Kennon Oct 2019
Finally it comes
In waves of pill wrecked anxiety
I try to see another path
An alterior motive
So we've tried to dig deep
But the water is draining from the lake
And the fire is burning on her surface
Patrick Kennon Oct 2019
I bow to you
tomorrow
swallowing up the sorrowed coffee grounds
impeding the hounds nipping at heels
wheels turned square and useless
another night spinning into that dark corner
last light out in the early mourners morning
sea is storming at all solid things
waiting on what low tide brings
driftwood and nylon strings
plastic, man's own plague
the limelight shifts
species exit stage
Patrick Kennon Oct 2019
At this point
life is *******
broken up
with smoke breaks
Patrick Kennon Oct 2019
Solid shake
shimmy
break
raw steak
cut cube
fat doob
fast move
loose lane
turn triple
plus sixty
fix me
I'm on the
broken toy shelf
black lung health
all the wealth in the world
is worthless
park the car
walk away
another day
on a spinning
rock in space
slow your pace
smile and be mild
a child born of carbon
carving out the ***** margins
half a bottle
start feeling kind of heartless
be smart kid
bend
don't break
swim
don't sink
Patrick Kennon Oct 2019
Moths tumbling into your headlamp like rain
Eyes on the waterline looking for snakes
It breaks a little piece in me, thinking about you
Get that feeling of migrating rooms in the same house
Twisting up sheets in the corner of choice
Don't know what came out, rejoice, something survived
Patrick Kennon Oct 2019
The dogs are circling
wire interpreted
framed chassis
screaming sirens
trying to hear tires creeping by
occasional
auditory hallucinations
trying to hear the grass gently bending
it's sending lightning down my spine
in the darkness find
retreat from all unkind
unloving
every voice means something
whether you like it or know it
unwinding time
lucid nightmares unbind
wake up late then sleep all day
coffee crush time
caffeine and nicotine
got here unintentionally
Patrick Kennon Oct 2019
She's screaming down the tracks
yelling her chants
steel squeezed flat
this or that or maybe something
no ones blushing anymore
tired of looking at floor
eyes up
clouds impound vision
simple rhythm
traveling distance unfathomable
mystic
patterns on lipstick
cigarette **** stained
double espresso drained
smoke a filter down to the filter
blended red tender
20 box
1 lucky
save it for a friend
or possibly the end
of something lovely
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