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Patrick Kennon Sep 2020
Sew some tears into your sleeves
Save them for me later, please
Hanging like the sword of Damocles
Scratching at imagined fleas
Ignoring all the shouted pleas
Bodies cold like frozen peas
Sailing blind in heavy seas
Dreams of dry land and trees
Patrick Kennon Sep 2020
Splinters shivering into cold graves,
  harden them with chemicals,
   garden out the minerals,
    rip out all the ventricles

Bleeding, tossed, time lost, gauze on  
  the spit covered carpet,
  gray shades in darkness,
   efficient, artless

Fingernails digging into forearms,
  smells like worms,
  inhabits urns,
    vomits

Split pea soup into the chicken coup,
  good green grass,
   makes eyes droop,
    on stoop, dazed
Patrick Kennon Sep 2020
Dead men drinking air through reeds
Dodge city splitting pretty pennies
Rust out all that pocket change
Evil, evil human brain
Beaten with rods of dry cane
Offshoot, soft soot face paint
Make me grey, flick ashes away
Day after day, revolving ridiculousness
Dreams crushed delirious and flat
Flys landing on cuts through the cracks
"I used to drink wine" she cries, tries to laugh
Chewing my cigarettes, bones stiffen and snap
Grass growing long out in the back
Fat grey cat, coolin' in chives
Tiny little pill closes my eyes
Interpret moisture condensed in the sky
Let the birds take my bones when I die
Patrick Kennon Sep 2020
Mo
You went away on a gray rainy day,
Dr. Night cried under clouds
Forgive my selfish tears, from this pain you must be free
You are my brother, you'd do the same for me
I told you I'd see you on the other side, guess I'll wait and see
Until then know I carry you in my heart and memory
Patrick Kennon Aug 2020
Sage bush smoking sour
Eyes cascading showers
Measuring sober hours
Chewing my cigarettes now
Good coffee, good chow
Pretentious **** saying thou
******* off the bow, drunk
Crawl back in my rack
Afloat but still sunk
Cold icey dunk
Casket of grinding gears stuck
Struck, sliding into silence
Patrick Kennon Jul 2020
Sky running past orange bobber,
hair full of scales
Moon beheading the queen
of cicadas and nails
Heart hardening like concrete,
eyes blistering salt
Naturally finding fault,
cut clean to the bone
Lighting all the candles in our
little sinking home
Fish making processions,
I'll never be alone
Patrick Kennon Jul 2020
The only blade I fear is the one that I wield
A single stroke and my fate is sealed
Hold up false hope, impotent shield
Casually spread my bones in untilled fields
Digging in my heels,
  it feels like I'm losing you
Digging out six square,
  soul bruising blue
Brick slit *******, courtyard contortions, fountains of weeds
Walking in ovals, squares
Blackboard becomes the backboard of your distorted dreams
Haldol turns evening beams to fireflies
Staring out the window waiting on my brain to fry
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