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Patrick Kennon Nov 2019
Bodies in the shape of dollar signs
Distorted black tar cigarette eyeliner
Another pack snuffed half smoked
Another lineup of tablets,
why do the colors always
change
Blown down sycamore leaves weaving patterns
Laughter and lanterns, sitting outside the glow
Moths covered in ice crystal italics
All the plants dying in her garden
for the last
time
Patrick Kennon Nov 2019
It's coming now, quickly, in the twilight eyes dialed
Wild, child grown on drip plastic poison
Smoking coffin nails in our boredom
It feels like a kiss every time our sight meets
Fat dying flies speak louder than me, shouting wings
Hope clings to anything with traction in its seams
Blow another gram of the dying American dream
Patrick Kennon Oct 2019
I can smell your
krylon nails
Scratching up my side
bugs in nose
Peaches in the
pickle jar
Smoke pouring out
the room
Eyes finding low point
locking on
Lackluster brass fittings
for memories
Fresh cut dandelions
as centerpiece
Creek rolling through
trees
Showing path to
sea
Patrick Kennon Oct 2019
Shaking with hands on wheel, white knuckle
Buckling under, finally feel like giving in
Manic mistakes repeated, sanity retreating suddenly
The fluttering of my heart is familiar by now
Biting lemon faced sour, eyes
showering tears
Trying to avoid my own face, beware all mirrors
Another night of caffeine, capped with handful of pills
The sink water spills down beard, I'm lost, but close
Locked up locust legs screaming, rattling ears to crescendo
Floating around the bend slow, not broken
Patrick Kennon Oct 2019
Invading with paper mache swords
Paper rattlesnakes, yellow flags
Blood runs thicker, red down stitch
Ludicrously looking for loose cigarettes under the seat
Rinse and repeat, dig in, position, overlapping fields of fire
Intersecting in the wire
Blowing ash off the tip of Camels
Down the drain is where the plan goes
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
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