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Dec 2019 · 93
Firebombing
Patrick Kennon Dec 2019
N.ever
A.rrive
P.ot
A.lways
L.ine
M.usic

S.tereo
T.ick
I.sland
C.ommon
K.ill
S.tomach

T.all
O.ver

K.ind
I.dea
D.ream
S.ilence­d
Patrick Kennon Nov 2019
I hope to meet you somewhere after all this
I'll make it up in quiet time, I promise
Gentle, quiet, time, from stream to sea, think of all the lives washed through
Into raging torrents we hurl ourselves, unaware of the tide
Slack water in my soul, everything gone flat
Cardboard houses filled with cats, calico comrades
Find a corner in the dark and stare
Light the lamps so the fish can find our floating home
Nov 2019 · 218
Antifreeze
Patrick Kennon Nov 2019
Goodbye dreams, you have left me for the last time
Phantoms in the boxcars of my mind, screeching down track
This first taste of cold is biting at my back, and I can't run fast enough
Nov 2019 · 101
Ardea herodias
Patrick Kennon Nov 2019
Emeralds swimming under low water crossing
Cypress roots give footing to rushing water
Lines and hooks, tokens shook from biting mouths
Striking south, towards sea, would walk blindly
To where brine meets, take a seat, wait for curtains, repeat
Nov 2019 · 97
Bacteria culture
Patrick Kennon Nov 2019
Cannibal soul, eat up everything, push out poison
Convert caloric content into hate, burn with it
Strike out blind, walk reckless in the night
Snuffed out lights in the primordial gloom
Neanderthal watched homosapien pronounce his doom
Sinking into rotten blooms of hyacinth, half hearted resistance
Guess I'll just drown
Nov 2019 · 84
Sleeping among spiders
Patrick Kennon Nov 2019
You show me how
loving and gentle
I want to be.

Own slanted hand against me,
eyes tied behind
my back.

I'm so tired
of my own
**** self.

It woke up,
just now,
and it's coming

for you.
Nov 2019 · 83
Umbilical
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
Nov 2019 · 71
Slave of the flies
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
Oct 2019 · 111
Thinning the thread
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
Oct 2019 · 190
Skeleton music
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
Oct 2019 · 124
3:25
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
Oct 2019 · 118
Biscuits
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
Oct 2019 · 259
Corduroy
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
Oct 2019 · 147
Plastic plague
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
Oct 2019 · 87
Zero sum game
Patrick Kennon Oct 2019
At this point
life is *******
broken up
with smoke breaks
Oct 2019 · 112
Fragile
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
Oct 2019 · 83
Roach
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
Oct 2019 · 72
Cutbait
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
Oct 2019 · 130
Rust chants
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
Oct 2019 · 133
Found pencil
Patrick Kennon Oct 2019
A penny for your thoughts
A dime for the ashtray
Splayed open and trimmed
Needle like, pinned with
juniper bark and mesquite
needles
Oct 2019 · 105
Blue BIC
Patrick Kennon Oct 2019
Skin deep, funny how flashing lights command attention
In a different dimension, each of us, independent experience
The sphere still spins, this lens is turning more grey, each day
Thoughts spray, out the side of your face, straight shoe lace noose
What's the use, they don't love you anyway
Those grasshopper sawing legs get louder and louder
One day I'll go deaf, they're humming but soon they will scream
Oct 2019 · 142
Armory
Patrick Kennon Oct 2019
Wandering birds in the sky
Watching, always watching
With precision the incision
is stitched into staight line
Flossy dental smile, blood gums
Carbon and CLP, just time
Spent on nothing
Oct 2019 · 75
Lipstick crush
Patrick Kennon Oct 2019
Naked paper sheets, taut and sterile, blinking into milk white
Light coming in right, dancing off all the printed fish
Swish of a brush and you wish you could stare forever
Pull that little lever once, gave me goosebumps
horrid and crippling,
blushing fear
Take a picture, clear, for reference
Sep 2019 · 118
Down to the filter
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Clutches of succulents in your breast pocket
Worn quietly, love lockets, jaw broken over the shoulder kiss
Loose tooth wiggling blood in your gum line chewing nicorette
Blow a bubble, blue button on your wrist
Gray mist pushes into lips and hits lung deep
Jump, leap, blind and hoping on a soft landing
Sanitizing cuts on your finger, linger on the last cigarette
Hope I have enough pocket change for the next pack
Sep 2019 · 157
Tare tare tare 0.00
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Tired heart overflowing, brim of pitcher bubbling, red and frothing
I sing out into the night, dark coats of gray and black, screeching white fluorescence taunting
The wrong thing to bottle up, nitroglycerin in your cup, slapped down
You wake up with a frown, chase those pills straight down with sink water
Chemical dependance for sanities sake, my life is a case opportunities not taken
Things falling through my fingers, who else to blame
Make the insiscion, remove my heart, my name, parts of my brain
A crane in shallow water, hunting for trapped fish, it gets drier every day, nowhere to hide from this
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Mountain
mass and monolith and more
Tree
I see your breathing hands
Sea
let me be at your center

Levee starting to crack
Plugging holes with our fingers
You can run or linger
The outcome is meager
any way you slice it
dice it
steamed basmati
rice it
Sep 2019 · 101
Glass skull ashtray
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Digging for thorns with toenail clippers
Picked scab scars, put there like dentures
We bent the whole frame out of whack
Combusting jet fuel with a straw
Alien in the claw machine game
Waving arms in the darkness, the strangle choke of nothing around you
We found two, heart and mind, not places to change but places to aim
Crumple up that trash, mix up your garbage, I'll show you mine
Peeling black tar decisions off stained concrete
The flies are buzzing on raw meat, landing in your mouth
Regurgitate an answer, make sure it's perfectly pronounced
Only chance of getting out
Sep 2019 · 95
Smoking lamp
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
The smoking lamp is out,
get down in your cut holes,
fresh dig,
crushed cig,
ash reduced to stinking cender filter,
wilt her favorite flower behind dusty glass,
flashback flashbang,
blinding myself in my own brokenness,
a toy in pieces on the floor
Sep 2019 · 139
Mule deer lights
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Headlamp illuminates glass, fear has passed like summer showers
Hours and hours of waiting for you, dandelions grew in pace
A face, name forgotten, incubating heartfelt goodbyes
Forever cries to the moment, forward movement, unconscious atonement
Blowing it, down and destroyed and dead, call it a solution
Solvents fluid, plastic, pollution, unscrewing the lid to the genie jar
Listed over to far, capsize a species,  man made atomic meteors
Empathy depleting like mana, ran out of blue potions
Just a ghost to a ghost most nights, smoking under bulb lights
Waiting for the moths to come by, fly in their drunkenness
What we miss is imagined bliss, dull dragging gravity
Tattooed skull on your soul, dagger piercing tragically
One day magically the lights come on, you hear the same song for the first time
And you slip into the sublime, now, now, now
Sep 2019 · 108
Linear lumbar
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Train screaming over the fences and cut glass grass
I beat you this time with my foot on the gas
Accelerate late into the night morning
Boring yourself so many different ways
Different stuff pays, we adapt
Take a second to take a look and years pass
Memories erased with sand blast, imploding
Sep 2019 · 97
Kirby research 2:44pm
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
The devil is crawling up my leg, going through all my pocket change
**** through the grate, be grateful for a place
Black coffee laced with space case tablets
Bad **** builds habits of being sneaky
They'll never see me, we all tell ourselves
I'll be the lucky one
No fun, the sun runs you down regardless
Artless, choking on plastic, snap like worn elastics
Rubber bands and lucky charms on your wrist
Another name to add to the list of lost
Looking to the future, the past hurts lots
Come together, somersault, a species collectively at fault
No more violence, or blame blame blame, more of the same ****
Sending our kids off to die
We owe it to them to try
Sep 2019 · 102
Backwards forwards
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Cloth wrapping electric wire, big buyer collecting firepower at the arms race
What's at stake, who really wins, violence is a means that rarely justifies its ends
Steel breaks, sometimes bends, but we're made of different stuff, twice as tough
Low hand, bluff, keep smiling until they tax that too, dog mouthed shoes slapping
You're tapping your foot to that same song, the one where we all sing along, wasted wishes
Dishes piling up in the sink, a collection of blinks and cold drinks to wash dreams away
We shape our lives out of clay, 3 hots and a cot every day, we all have voices, something to say
We're all worth listening to
Sep 2019 · 92
Sep.timber.rayn
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Let's talk about something, nothing,

make it last hours, little showers of

happiness on a September afternoon,

rain dropping and heat flopping on

its stomach, mutt on the back porch,

cat in the grass, surpassing the

estimated end point, a coin coming

out of the machine, minted brilliance

mimicking material, a representation

of capital, your body sold alongside

your soul, to meet a deadline full or

howling needy things, it brings me to

my knees in this September rain,

inherit all the blame and try not to

shrug, would leave it all behind for a

hug, and someone to whisper that

they love me
Sep 2019 · 124
Adhesive angels
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Encompassed in volume, solid and fluid and gas
Eyes in morass, looking glass into hazel candy blinks
Links of steel bending, breaking, jet fuel problems
Went off as a kid to solve them, just figured out what type of animal I am
Trying to give a **** to blank faces and pocket change
Long range, ten digit grid, you think you're so well hid, until you get touched
Bunched up around your neck, bent over hugging rags
Carry your life story in a bag, plastic and fresh and new
Waiting for time to catch on up with you
Sep 2019 · 110
2x
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
2x
Solving all of life's problems
with herbs and
chocolate
Sep 2019 · 216
Lemonwedge
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Little black stars, pouring out a cup
Crystalline castles, mind blows up
crevices and cracks
ceviche and *****
Knife in hand
cutting lemon
bite wedge
spit
salt on rim
dim the lights
a perfect night
to watch owls
Sep 2019 · 79
Button street warfare
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Hello blue buttons
on wrist
thin nylon string
bring something
in thin bags
up mountains
of concrete

Eat a handful of pills
no will
just sleep
black and dreamless
cleanly cut off
chemical
cauterized

Cacti spreading wings
over limestone and
juniper berries
now contained in
patio ***
breathless
blooming
that blue
melted plastic
button
Sep 2019 · 1.2k
Peace?
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Could we all
just get along
for one day?
Sep 2019 · 130
Ashtray tattoo leaking
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Dehumanize your enemy
easier to **** them then
not a son or a daughter or a name
One and the same, silhouette,
target, shoulders and T box
darts like rocks raining down
We send those we love to the slaughter
There's got to be a way to work things out
without bloodshed
Find the greyscale in your head
we all paint different pictures
read different literatures
Made it this far since birth
we're all worth our effort
but love is the one thing
that matters
laughter, and
tears
Draw me near and let me fall down
hand in hair, loose, sleeping
like a child
Sep 2019 · 114
99s
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
99s
Inhale every sparked cinder
Render all the fat, candles blooming
Dooming ourselves by being torn from womb
Consciousness born of lust
Life tends to rust
little holes we fall through
been lost all this time, who knew?
What do I do now, knowing
What do I do now, growing into love with you?
Feels like everything is pointless, pointed out
Move forward with doubt, the road is twisting ahead
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Tuck an " I love you" note onto every headstone
How many notes would we write?
How many stories on this little rock,
each their own, each their own
Live free, roam, if able call home
the sky, high above inhibitions
Please, listen to that gentle mission from midsection upper left, beating
We're depleting our empathy, compounded chemicals mentally
Brilliantly the light shines in to me,
exposing a case of inability to choose
On a mission to lose, the swords what I choose, no clue what to do, grasping
Sep 2019 · 231
Room for creamer
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Eyes gone dull, receding into comatose
Fingers full of dirt and hope, spinning sunflower
Power and lack thereof, the perception of those above looking down at the masses
These clashes seem to me, a supply chain theory, I want what you got, bombs pour out
Military industrial ore, we pour out the lifeblood of our children for soil
Foil snake, famished toil, ****** boils your tea
Three, one two many, send me space bound, no suit
Acute, angles I'm not seeing, the masses are fleeing, into the commonplace complacency of creatures of comfort
Watch the fort burn down, all your pretty ideas, replaced, rejected, genocides neglected
That's a bet, kid, I seek, you hid, cheese slid off the ******* jack pop snap
Lapdog lullabys, sticky morning crust in our eyes
Swatting at radioactive flies, landing on my lips and your hips
The road dips and tumbles, rumble strips and gravel licks
Rifle clicks on empty, nobody sent me, I came here on my own, mobile phone to the dome locked lengthways
Stingrays and hot water, burning protein venom
The waves are crashing down but the swell is just beginning
Sep 2019 · 115
Apartment blank spots
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
These lights are stirring up crawling caffeine in my brain
Trying to interpret a stain in sans serif
Wear it, proudly, hot coffee and that **** humidity
Making you sweat in your white shirt, soaked
To many cigarettes smoked, gone broke for a pack of twenty
Skunk me, out in an apartment full of cats
Sipping sweet tea and slamming sour patch kids
To many lids popped off, the paint all dried up
Cry up your lamentations, then take them and **** it up
Life don't give a **** about feelings
Sep 2019 · 134
Double shot hot, 3am
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
One of the same, coffee to blame
for the current state
of fast moving
double shot
slammed

Clammed up, my little shell
armor worn well
on tired emotion
born carelessly

3 o'clock spins off on the edge
of a bowl
burnt down
blue button

A little something, from
the deep end, eyeless,
propelled by hunger
black water under, above

The flight path of a dove
intercepted from above
bird of prey
breast open, splayed

Human endeavour all in vain
the totality is all the same
we're blinks of stories
nothing holds me
just subdues psychosis
not hopeless
Sep 2019 · 113
Chemical spells
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
I can't walk all the way to the river again, never again, never again
there is something in the junipers of my mind
haunting from the edge of the dark spot
light dots or maybe haldol, spells in chemical form
a swarm of bad tidings, we keep on surviving regardless
Until one day you don't anymore
Sep 2019 · 198
Black mulch
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Switchin up my smokes, inhale broken hailstones and rhinestones on your cheekbone
Scarred and regal, eagles claw in claw plummeting, no care for ground or impact
Retract all the bad thoughts that keep you from sleeping, turning little top in the corner of the room
A clutch of blooms, rotting and hyacinth and wet on your fingers, the scent lingers
Burning sage in every last corner, one day smudge it all out, feeling about a foot tall and shrinkin
Sep 2019 · 72
Running vertical
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Objects, so attached
what did you do?!
I hear a voice yelling
in the darkness
forward always
forward
Faces cannabilizing their own cheeks
leaking and reeking
left in the sun
roadkill
Silently we confide our little secrets
words secreted
like pus
spider bites
Cherries bright and bitter
why do I only feel
comfortable
talking to you
Call in September, I remember
but I dont
think there will be
much changing
I was one laning and you took a sharp left out of my life
Don't even know how to say sorry anymore
But here I am
Sep 2019 · 135
Chasing your killer
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Light strobes across my vision, being shown new patterns
on the perfect shiny paint job
you take such attention
in waxing

Train blowing its horn at one thirty two in the morning
moaning out over
miles of razor
live oak

When it all lets out, and the bars bleed back home
we find where
those without
one go

A tunnel into another **** tunnel, never find surface
The train is screaming now, you can hear her ringing in gathered turmoil
boiling up and off and gone
to some other track in the back of an alleyway of a world

Toes curled around the nose, shift center and reenter lane
Hemlock and wolfsbane
triple sixes rolled
on celoo dice
nothin nice
Sep 2019 · 196
Saran wrap liver
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Plastic everything, saran wrap all your guts back together
Entomb the redwoods in bubble wrap
Force feed your children corner store bags
It's raining plastic and everything is getting full
I wonder if you cut up every whole thing, could you melt it together again with plastic
Chemical smoke black and pouring, melt it all down
Wear it on our head, a screaming crown
Bearing witness to our deeds, the road we're walking down
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