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Patrick Kennon Oct 2019
Concrete eats shoes
Scarred watermelon tattoo
Taking stitches out in ward shower
Cover the window with wet toilet paper towel
How many **** deserts
How many memories forgotten to this thing
A handful of pills keeps me in motion
It's 3:25 and I'm lost in the ocean
Pigs and chickens on my heels
Patrick Kennon Oct 2019
Burning another one down to its ****** filter
The cost starts adding up and math kills me
I'm spilling my coffee cup again, shaking to hold a pen
Inhale, tar and tic tac teeth breaking off at the root
Clandestinely disguised with soot, crawling up from the gutters
One day we all go under, dumping darts or destroyed arteries
Heart disease, cancer, alzheimers, cant even remember her face
It's all just a mess, deconstructed race rigged, sideways shift
Spit into the wind staring at the horizon
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
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