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Patrick Kennon Apr 2020
Cutting branches from the mercy tree
Pouring hemlock into afternoon tea
No retreat, simply flee, chaotically
History, repeated, rebuked,
taught in hollow echoes
Crisp lies, carefully crafted confusion
Truth becomes illusion,
don't trust your own eyes
Die with no reason why
Assembly line insanity, our vanity
A species eating itself alive
Patrick Kennon Apr 2020
I called into the darkness,
only shadows replied with their silence
Surrounded and juxtaposed,
men senselessly exchanging violence
You can't survive this, involuntary birth,
existence the mirth of a blind God
A blind fraud, a sadist, preaching morality from the ****** pulpit
Your last hot cup of coffee, your last half smoked cigarette
The lights are about to flip off for a while, greet it with a smile
Grind your teeth to the gum line, interlocking fields of fire on the gun line
Patrick Kennon Apr 2020
Greysen:    "Is that the Devil?"

Zion:            "You never know...
                     he could be right here."

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Two trains pass, it's starting to rain.

There is nowhere to go but the sodden earth.

How many graffiti Guernicas' grind by?

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A blue heron crashing into the creek

The minutes screaming by as we speak

Diet of coffee chugged cigarettes has me weak

A leaf, breathing and green, ants biting legs off of queen

You're scared to watch a movie without a happy ending

The hero doesn't always win when cards start spinning


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Patrick Kennon Apr 2020
Hold me digitally
One day we'll download eachother
Synchronized dreams, streams of consciousness
Blunted battery terminal breath
Everything is melting, I can taste the triangles
Patrick Kennon Apr 2020
Counting up all your pennies for the next pack
Pounding in your own coffin nails, paying for them
Delaying the next step, the next desperation
The next stomach churning anxiety, waiting on a reply
Death threats over dominoes, **** on the floor of the psych ward
Lip split stalling, citrus bit, spit pulp, air gulp, under
Patrick Kennon Mar 2020
A child born in space,
looking down his entire life,
clean and untouched.
Does he become callous to the ones in the dirt?
Or does he pay them any mind at all?

Insert the question mark here?
Where is to far or to near?
Can we buy a ticket there and just go?
I'm finding the darkest spot to lick my wounds

Crying plastic tears,
killing old fears

Pent up,
bent shut needle,
**** em' out,
flamethrowers,
beast screaming behind sirens,
bronze bull belching souls,
little holes in the blackback sky,
every ice cream cone collectively hitting the concrete

Put out your front foot,
left leads,
lead loaded longways,
yourways,
all day blowing off cigarette tips

***** hands,
ghosts of t34's,
chainsaws screaming into the freezing night,
the moon lights green shattering,
crumbling,
burning,
hate filled eyes to justify whole countries enveloped in back arch agony,
working on our own little holocaust,
out of sight out of mind

"A man in honor who understands not is like a beast which perishes"
Patrick Kennon Mar 2020
Oh pitiless people, harvesting strains of evil
Biological sequel, pulled weakly from ****** womb
Inhaling fumes, burning plastic, trash and hazmat
Kids covered in copper wire
Liar liar pants on fire, we're all hypocrites here
One day we'll look back, like deer, caught in the headlights
No chance, goodnight, get high like a kite, forget
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