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Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Flying unhinged down, scouring all the carbon to clean
Burnt, unseen, hidden under the same clothes you wore yesterday
Swing, sway, find a new way to grind it down into pumice
Pummel puffed lungs through hollow ribs
New rigs, tie up ends, loose, chop off the caboose, fend for yourself
What do you tell, to the ones you were supposed to protect
Trying to recollect if I even tried
But I don't think I did
and I don't know how
to live with that
Sep 2019 · 64
Copper wire wilderness
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Another black coffee night, getting ready to spin out in ruts and potholes, new goals, spent in sketchbooks of scribbles

Little, off the end, severed, running fast to catch up, knife end ketchup dumb **** pull the trigger

You're bigger now, return to sender, how do I find you and take what you took from me

Silence is all I could see for see for so long, the darkest part right before dawn

Pushed and molded little pawn, strategy gone, **** the rules, only thing that rules is fire superiority

Roaring, please, hold this plunging blood pressure in check, pharmaceutical single serve select

Come correct if you come at all, hear that tree fall in the wilderness, the gentle caress of wind screaming wrong way

One day we just stop being, it will be so freeing, to finally shut off the hardware, gently left there, to accumulate flowers
Sep 2019 · 83
L0e
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
L0e
I'm afraid of the dark but I've been there to long to care
Just be scared always
What's gonna happen next
I can't see
They're coming for me
With longrifle dart dumpers
Chest thumpers,
two in the heart, one in the mind
Brain matter unwinds on stained sidewalk
No room for talk, only business
Wish I could go back to that kid ****
Sep 2019 · 101
Clusterfuck
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Trees swaying, we copy with limbs rhythmic, unhinged
To binge, on something, anything, take your mind off it
A soft hit of green clusters, munchy yellow mustard gas
To follow or to pass, cover yourself with diesel and light a smoke
Going for dead broke around every hairpin turn
Got to go earn that urn, watch the whole world burn
Wait your turn, they'll be eating you next
Sep 2019 · 244
TinSqr
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
My fingers are turning into bugs and talking to eachother
chitter-chatter legs sawin'
SAW mobbing, spraying darts 725
per min
Good times and sin, splayed soulless
on the street sobbin'
Lobbin' handgrenades in the darkness, heartless
Target, large and approaching, less man than machine
Sent to roll over you and me
The nail that stands up
will be beaten down
Sep 2019 · 100
Waterboard
Patrick Kennon Sep 2019
Gravel floor flip flop skidding
Soap on the tile
File down, contour
Cut out all the
fat
Sharp knives for that
sawbone skinnin'
filet mignon
A dance and a song
sell it at a fools price
vermin and lice
burn burn burn
Make a berm all around the structure and burn all the cockroaches out
Easier to go about, exterminate, refuse to think about
The consequences of the new plastic era
We're burying ourselves
Aug 2019 · 118
Dark coffee sugar
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Blacked out bean water, liquid lucidity
The city sees both sides of us, undressed emotion
We're constantly in motion, flung forward
Violent in our boredom, brooding over broken brooms
Our tombs will be made of limestone, come home prodigal son
Come undone around the seams and scream into the nothing
Life is blushing, in her youth, soon extracted, rotten tooth
Corpses in the kissing booth, braiding hair into a loose locket
Blue button birthed and flaunted, fell of for me to find
Loose thread keeps time over tea cups spilling
Come one, come willing, find my pulse in the dark
Watch the sparks pour out the window on a half smoked camel
****** well, devil dancing on dates and dark water
Aug 2019 · 129
Burning Thyme
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Exhaling, another night of smoke and nothing
songs on repeat, moving forward
at a snail's pace
amputation
footrace
We loose lace our lives into liver sandwiches
Prometheus laughs at us
how many times do we
have to touch the
hot
pan
It's one in the same, man, bandstand my soul abandoning the shell
crispy Cicada sound
swells
rushes
Luscious, this feeling of sitting here
over smoke, sticky
the tricks to be
really still
focus
****
It's a still captured in rhyme, passed on to time, taking
bits of thyme
burning
them
Swerve and send the oxygen rushing away
come out and play, warriors
come out
and play
Aug 2019 · 153
Autopilot Breathing
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Nicotine and caffeine, burning tire, no traction, in the rain or sun the same
None to blame, blemishless, buffed into brilliant sterility with hot sauce
Arcane toss, dice tumbling, rice pummeled in stainless machines
Bleach disinfects, cleans, the picked scab blood out of sheets
Tattoos on feet, a whole bunch of shiney nothing
From deep we spasm up, cramped leg kicking for air
Only one care in the world, that next one, married to our breath, do us part on death
Aug 2019 · 87
Cane Cholla
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Soaking in the sun sitting soaked in sweat
Let me go, oh gentle soul, guide me down river
Giver of all, whetting stones for steel locks, stretched and sharpened
The tarp end vomits smoke, we sit and poke at embers
Who will be the enders, the final players of the game
When the angles get to complex to even stay, much less analyze
A burger and fries another artery dies, cauterized, desensitized
Flays land on the lip of the glass, imparting ****
This cigarette is down to the last hits, **** coffin nail
Move as slow as a snail, strike like lightening
The tightening of the eyes is reaction to chemical unload
Another rock in the road kicked into the gutter
harsh scratching rattle
Pushed from flat into bowl, pressure and precision
You wake up every day and try to envision
things going right
Put your spirit in flight, there is no reason to fight
Be a kid, fly a kite, everything can be alright
if we can just
love
Aug 2019 · 70
Gentle, please gently
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Please hold me until I pass out
These meds make everything go black
And I'm scared to go into the dark alone
Aug 2019 · 160
Green star cluster
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Sipping red juice, cigarettes leaf loose, filter tip flick brush fire
The truth from a liar, a bullet from a Steyr AUG, hitting meat
The mercy seat is open, we're still hoping on a miracle
Melts away like summer sun creamsicles, removed like tonsils
Swerve low sweet cherry fly, come on through let's get real high
Forget about the world and the hurdles jumped through to grow old and die
Constantly asking why, a species unwillingly born
Fire and scorn we rain down on one another, its life being taken from our species, our brothers
How many mothers have to outlast their children?
Instill in me some recipe for success, bless this next step off
The road used to be soft, but I can feel the potholes now
With a sudden bow we retreat to our lonely places
Screens replace faces and we talk less, less stress
Exhaling whatever type of smoke from your chest
Hummingbird feathers sewed into your vest
You bring out the best in me, give me sight to see
the possibilities
Aug 2019 · 168
Asphalt Us
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Mid day wake up, med cup, emptied into open palm, balled up
Left, everything just left, like a morning smoke burnt down
Bound to fail, lay low, hail on the tin roof out back of the cove
A grove, cut down, covered in asphalt and heat and us
Aug 2019 · 105
Ward-Window-Windex-Wipe
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
The totality of emotion
Combusted commotion
Lavender lotion
. on your hands on your hands
Rubber bands constrict
Wire heart restricts
Tires and plastic
. burning sick, burning headache
Things that we put at stake
Rules we break
Overtake, overtake
. must be first
It's the worst, leads to hearse
Real life idiot since birth
Have something then sharply swerve
.  nothing lasts, I did this to myself
Drink good health for this fool
Playing jester tricks
With jokers in the window, three
.  good luck printed sparkles
A lark full of cherry pits
Hints of something sweet
On the tip of your tongue
. just speak, that's enough
I'm done with the rough
for a little while
I hope
.
Aug 2019 · 219
Calories, salary, coffin
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Brain exploding, like popcorn, hearing you sing
Hot oil, blisters in patches, snatches of conversation
One nation, under fraud, sideways schemes means lives taken
Love shaken down to dust and nothing
There is something, hovering on the edge of imaginary periphery
A sip to see if it's poison
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Pulling out thorns gone soft, near the chainsaw sew up
Blew up my mind, didn't even need a bullet
Then sold it, my soul kid, for pharmaceutical potions
The quote ends to suddenly for me, please see my hesitation
Elation when something works out, second guess my second guesses
Less is more, depending on circumstance
Chlorophyll competing for cramped canopy
Sanity slipping sideways, seductive mania, sirens singing, screaming
Bugs on the wind shield and all you can see is peeled back colors
Shapes that smother your empathy and blind your skull, changes your whole **** outlook
Aug 2019 · 63
Blue shift, red shift
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Slender spider striking, straight from center

The concrete re-enters the common points,

impact retracts skin layers, blood on white

toilet paper

Bent butts on the broke blue table, redshift

reason into regard once again,

our brains spiral and spin,

define truth my friend

It's all about what you make it, sabers and layers

peeled back, full frontal attack

a mouse in a trap

kicking

We're sticking our necks out so far

no fear inspired scars on our

slate gray souls

Broken bowls on the back porch, collecting spider

webs and insect legs and

clausterphobic cocoons

Found the last loon in the ****** bin

flying south, dreaming of a quiet pond

to land in
Aug 2019 · 64
Espresso and smoke
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Something short, sweet
crushed between teeth,
straight, white,
perfect
Raw cane sugar on
cracked molar
crown
The last sip of coffee is
always
sweetest
The heat is dying down
asphalt concrete town
what happens when
it all goes down
Where will we run?
is there any place under the sun
that is truly safe?
We're still breathing by the grace of chance, freelance,
dance like no one is watching
Listen to your heart stream,
fishing in the deep pool
of your veins
In shallow water with the cranes
watching Blue Heron
tumble upstream
Aug 2019 · 83
Marlboro 27 100s
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
From the entanglement of odds we arise
From the bounds of possibility we define
A species aware of time, passing the story onward
What goes unheard, how many Einstein kids pick up AK47s daily
How can this be, in the age of air conditioning, throwing away food
No safety net too, just fall through, hitting every branch on the way down
A king with no crown, hurt all the queens who kept him around
Manic train track walk with dogs in the dark, dragging dull railroad steel shards
It comes out hard, like water from a stone
The reality is I can never atone for what I've done
When my brothers needed me I only cared about one
Myself
And I can't blame it on mental health, that's a lie I pull off the shelf often
If I asked him for help he would've helped me
Why couldn't I see
I'm so sorry
Aug 2019 · 94
Dandelions
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Dandelions growing out blind eye sockets
Lose clutches of speech crutched up concertina wire
High flyer, blind buyer, accepting all risk
The vessel plunges, then lists, blisters on fists
Two tone tracphone ******* in to many things
The possibilities sparkle and teem, little salt waves
Potassium possum plunging into your pressure points
Cold water anoints ****** brow, wonder how
we got here
Some things far, nothing near, not even a
wheel to steer
Can't even drink a beer anymore, be sick for
four days
It's funny, the ways these pills will make you
feel
Like tarnished, peeled, a blank soul ready to
steal
What's even real anymore, I pose that question
My perception is subjective and ruled by prescription
Chemical diction, dictated by milligram
Trying to learn to give a ****
again
Aug 2019 · 137
Pockets full of posies
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Word weary, near ropes end, cannot fathom how to send
a reply
Every day I just try to make it, set a goal and then
break it
Find my claustrophobic corner and disjoint your
shoulder sockets
Clutching a handful of loose
love lockets
Taken out of pocket by a bot, kid, cyborg babies born
half copper wire
A used pile of tires, rubber and gasoline and burning,
the whole **** world
yearning for water
Like sheep led to the slaughter
betraying our brothers, sisters
daughters, list goes on on them

For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction

Imagine being the last
Homosapien
this race can end
any given second
just push a button
or two
skip to my loo
buckle my shoe
ring around the roses
pockets full of posies
We all fall down
we
all
fall
d
o
w
n
Aug 2019 · 84
Tar snake
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Walking in criss crosses down a straight road
Taking time to shrug on another tired load
Shoulders bent, glints of sweat on red brow
Different ways to figure out if you make the cut
Crawling through the sand like a mutt being put down
The sound of trains shunting in the dark
The heat of a spark, individual and searing
We're hearing ourselves for the first time
Turns out it's the worst time, unleashed to unwind
Shooting blind, forgot how to be kind, just pull triggers
It figures, history reflects, war is a word in every dialect
Aug 2019 · 126
Seppuku
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Hot weather sweat drag
Swatting at flys and nothing
Looking for something to get you through
Collecting morning dew on your ripped shoes
Trying to understand the blues like B.B. told us
Lovelust, leaking from my eyes when you touch my shoulder
Pitchers poured, ideals gored, truth twisted taut
A lot that could go wrong, all over the world getting lost
The bugs will outlast us, the way we're going
Straight toeing the line, no time to unwind
Running through the minefield blind
Rehearsing the party line
Dont you dare think for yourself
**** your good health
No amount of wealth
will save you
when the world
dies
Aug 2019 · 91
Gel pen
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Exhale magic potion, put in motion
by frail bones and different tones
of grey
The world swirls gutter-wise and streets stink of ozone,
lyme
Time spent in the desert like
moonscape, powder like
sugar on your boots
Deep in my roots I can
feel a thirst, growing and
inevitable
How easily it
could all go
wrong
Aug 2019 · 111
Lemon seeds
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Spitting lemon seeds on cold tile,
unwind slowly
Spitting into breeze blowing hot,
beams beseeching me
Blowing down my innocence,
what's left
Blue button good luck charm,
skinny nylon
Scraping by, learning to fly for the
first time
Water, add lime, concentrate, charge
a dime
Another way, another time,
sucker punch silence
Ice for lunch, leaves for dinner,
recenter self
Pouring from top shelf kills just as
quick as bottom
I sought them, out in the night,
light from green or thermal sight
High moon bright and screaming,
insects singing, sweetly
The constant wrongs we do, means nothing to who?
Disregard and destroy your dialect of self worth
What really hurts is not loving yourself first
Aug 2019 · 91
Trashtruck Bhat
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Gravel sound under ragged black Vans,  no sole
Dug out the snow packed around your perfect pink heart
Another dart blowing out a spark, triggers pulled
We try to take hold of our lives, but forget so many angles
Life dangles by a thread but all we see is red,
charge


Sorting through the mandarin peels you left in my bed
Taking another smoke right to the head
Outlines of your hands on gentle notebooks
One look and you'd know I'm not stable
A happy life seems like a fable, unreachable Odyssey
It's odd to feel this self conscious
Not on **** but green chronic
Do a spawn trick and rush in
Strategic attrition and nightly news spin
At war all over the world and it'll probably never end
Our children we send, into the big organic meatgrinder
Surprised when they come back and their soul is on fire
Severed high wire sending shockwaves into cerebellum
A welcome sign at the assisted suicide center
Thank you for your business
Aug 2019 · 104
VA pill bottles
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Back to the wall breath, coffee cigarette plaque stink
Memories of the skate rink, connecting the crossword
Yelled but not heard, trying to cut a word in edgewise
Your chest falls, only to rise, rise again, loving you like a friend
Foolish fantasies of my own something, anything
Concrete corners turned soilward in a soft snow
Where did the time go, how did spirits get so low?
Brain lost in Indo, miss the windblown feeling in my hair
Carrying a rifle but not a care of the consequence
My two cents is to be happy and serve others
Our sisters and brothers deserve us loving eachother
When we die we return to mother, Earth, soil is what we're worth
Tilled since your birth, the furrows of your self run deep
Just took me to long to see it
Aug 2019 · 152
Shockwaves
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Put all your ideas in a trash bag
burn it
Discern the meaning by the
plastic smoke
Broke, fundamentally broken
somewhere inside
Only garbage floats up to the surface
of my soul
I don't feel whole anymore, cookie cutter flesh wound
Trapped in the monsoons of psychoactive hysteria
Scary fun, the type where you wipe out brain cells
Your goodness rebels against the current you
Chopped and ******* feel bulletproof in cotton teeshirts
Ketchup squirts out on some fries
The current world relies on machines of loving grace
Finding my place, tattooed lost space case singing sad songs
My heart longs to simply be touched
it sends shockwaves
Aug 2019 · 114
Sweet tea no ice
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
In the place of no water, birds falling, eyes streaming sand
Dead camel horizons define arid land
The span of one half heart length
The fan blowing half melted ice cubes
The things you can lose, losing your mind
Watch it all unwind, like loose cloth slipping sideways
Heat rays on your back on the blacktop hunting AC
get it up to speed let's live fast
Watch the whole world pass by
They were running, you just woke up, late to the race, already stumbling
Aug 2019 · 119
Lucky
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
First morning cigarette
Button on your wrist in navy blue
Finding ways to manage life
without you
We flew together a long way
Now I dont know what to say
where to land
Maybe kamikaze into the giving earth
Some things don't hurt the same anymore
Face down on the floor picked up more times than you can count
Real good at getting lucky
Aug 2019 · 105
Memorial road tacos
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Taco fit for the queen, on Memorial, empty Memorial
even the dogs bark quietly there
Somewhere and manic and thirsty
damning the sun
damning this latest *******
circumstance
White eyed and weary we find our
sand dollar souls
between cups of cold coffee
framed in the music you make as you
exhale
Wind and hail, quarter size,
children with wide eyes
sent off softly to war
to settle a score
there has to be more
we can do
What does peace mean
to you?
Aug 2019 · 139
Origami hawks
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
A bowl of water, dip your hands
A bowl of rice, share
We're not going nowhere,
unless we do it as a
team

Unlearn the violence,
come on, just try it.
Let's get back to being forward
And stop being so formal
about this species, us.
Comparing who has the biggest stick, who can send the next rocket, **** all that ****
At the wall, spit, spitmask flashback VC1
Being locked in a chair was no fun
but we made it
Even sang karaoke tonight, even though my hands were shaking
Life is rakeing me in, lost in the applesauce asphalt abdomen
Abstract spells and little bells on your wallet
You wrote me a a whole book but couldnt decide what to call it
I fall face first into the worst form of myself, bottom shelf
Sometimes losing your mind is the only thing that helps
Seaweed and kelp, a vision of self, caught upside down, inside out
About to reroute down south of center mass
Manic biomass bypassing your encryption like science fiction
Find new diction, what we're wishing for is the light to come on
Bringing all the moths and beetles to make their rounds
Gentle crowns of hair, the mysteries under there
Senseless we stumble through another day decluttering everything but what matters
Some things shatter, some stay the same, choose your candle accordingly
I'll be somewhere with my spider friends, folding paper hawks for good luck
Aug 2019 · 77
Newport 100 Bugs
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Bugs coming out of my nose
Decaying dreamworld
Utopia is lost on us
The future screams out at us
Our children scream out to us
What are we doing!
What are we losing
Every callous day
2 cigarettes for nothing
and an empty coffee cup
Whoever you are I hope
you're ok tonight
Aug 2019 · 175
White Krylon
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Dust up your nose, dreaming of a hose, just some ******* water
Trained for the slaughter, sons against sons, daughter against daughter
Finding reasons to not alter the course of things
We lose so much, it bites and stings its way into our lives
Natural change and decay, fundamental loss
Like pulling a tooth out with the floss,  accidental bleeding
Copper in your mouth and the rain is pouring, sleeting
We're retreating into soft beds and light sheets
The stink of a day on your heart, liquid jumpstart caffeine cyanide
Cut it open wide, take the wild ride roll ruthless
At the kissing booth with Boothe blasting blackcaps
Fat stacks of ore, consumed from children's core
We **** our whole planet but still will ask for more
Open the door, look upstream, things glide and then gleam
Photons in motion causing compounded confusion
The funniest thing is it's all illusion, gap tooth grasping at glimpses
Stencil my body on concrete blocks, dry, and rearrange to your preference
Aug 2019 · 107
Lantana Lights
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Under the pretty lights tonight
again and again
Under the canopy, green and screaming
give us rain
Simple beast has found his fragility
incarcerate my soul
A blank spot in the road, driving
manic teleportation
At new station biting at broke ends
good friends lost
Texas late winter frost, gutters breathing
constrict and confuse
The men in silk shoes are climbing the ravines
little shaded souls
So many names forgotten to time
why keep track
Lost sideways in the skylarking way
train track trek
I been and I slept
on to many **** rocks
Brothers lost, like clockwork
fighting overseas, forgotten
I cannot unlive this, unsee
my comrades leave me
like empty pitchers
in the night
morning mourning
Aug 2019 · 167
Frayed knot
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
Be water, gathering
The scariest knot is a frayed one
Because it's 'fraid of nothing'
Slumpin', back alley blacktop lavalamp
Soft, damp, been raining I guess
The storm came out of the west
tracking sideways
Byways, through the backroad be gone in a second
Just depends on if you wreck it
Nothing can resurrect it, this feeble thing
Bodies gone limp and cold in your eyes
A frayed knot for a heart, playing clarinet over disembowelment
Chewing mint harder than cement
Walking semi circular circles in your garden
We are in, already, you just didn't notice
A lotus floats, a sailor boats, a frog throat explodes
Trying to chain together to many loads
Whole **** thing went off halfcocked
Teeth scraped into the bedrock, limestone kiss
Another flaw to add to a long list
Aug 2019 · 75
Grasshopper music
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
All the China plates got used for pepper water
Soft grass tufts ripped from ground like broken thunder
You step into air conditioning and start shivering
You step into new pharmaceuticals and wonder who you are anymore
Wonder about the score of the game, no chance to remember
The outcome is an ember that will surely burn out
Like as a kid catching trout, cutthroat, brook, brown
Those rooster tail trebble types of sounds, 1/8th ounce
You get low, observe, wait, pounce, spider spinning silk sideways
Moon clocks in bug light cicada screaming
She brings the insect song to life, with her cold reflected photons
Step outside in the early morning and dance to the grasshopper music
Aug 2019 · 86
Neutron star
Patrick Kennon Aug 2019
I'm good
When I can keep it together,
Pharmacy targets me, draws in
like a spider spinning silk around your collar bones
Two tones, grey and tar black
Neutron star of darkness for a soul
Machinegunning made me not want to **** even more
Settle what score, what we fighting for, should be given for, all these little trees I'm blowing, smoking, parallel alley paragliding, precision parts parked in plastic. The meaning of drastic.
Patrick Kennon Jul 2019
AK47 stare from over there, child getting wild
out in the jungle getting ready to rumble
Cambodia, landmine
Intertwine Najib and Alif Lam Mim
say your prayers backwards
cannibal
Wild animal, ******* too
Destroying the world to build better tools
to ****
King of the anthill
Jul 2019 · 324
Dental Floss
Patrick Kennon Jul 2019
Something, small, silver
Turning in hand, of a child
Eyes wide, concussion, cry
Gap tooth ******
Sing slow, for me
Cane Cholla cufflinks,
barbwire scars
Chainsaw mars and disfigures
Sew it up with boiled
dental floss
Jul 2019 · 184
Applesauce Sparkle Tattoo
Patrick Kennon Jul 2019
Jalapenos and M67 fragmentation grenades
Little sparkles
On your nails on your nails, full sail hands
Lip gloss lost applesauce type of feeling
Inside me is screaming for that first cold sore kiss among mule deer
The way rocks feel to walk on, we rock on
Another day, way, get yours, pay, me, let me move freely
In my little box
Surrounded by gentle love locks
And you
Patrick Kennon Jul 2019
Tattoo my soul on a peach pit
Coffee, sit, Selah, pause and reflect
A new dialect, hearing exchanges
Voices like rain all around me
Together and moving, organic and clueless
Bacteria on the breakroom faucet
Lost somewhere on it, bean crud ruddity, crudity
Crude collapsed faces moaning screams for pocket change
And two **** cigarettes
Hoping for rain just to get wet
Take a bath
This is the aftermath of being continuously alert, no intermission
Space flight gone right, cruise missile slippin
We're tipping towards the edge
A whole species about to end up dead
Replaced
Built them into machines, gave them a face
Creatures of loving grace
Electronic master race
Jul 2019 · 110
Glass Newport 100s
Patrick Kennon Jul 2019
Gone asiatic, never look back kid
Tattoo gun fires, hard drive rewire,
wire splice space shift
Grabbing hot pans to get a grip
Black coffee goes drip drip drip
Can't touch that wiskey no more
not even a sip
Stacatto tip, flip, cashier check back track alley cat
Fat rat on the hunt for a *******, let the cheddar slide off
Rough, never soft, Egyptian cotton and musk
Done from dawn until dusk, bust out rustoleum rain drops
Grasshopper hops, and we still spinning
World on collision, course, of course we should be worried
Things are moving quickly but we're still all in a hurry
Take your time and eat lime and don't develop scurvy
Scurry, out from under, cockroach hot dog coach on the VA front lawn, blew his brain off
For what
Jul 2019 · 162
Griddlecake Snakes
Patrick Kennon Jul 2019
Another **** cigarette, feeling so wet
Caught in a net, Gladiator's last breath
Tridents and dents in your new car
Near, far, doesnt matter
Brain matter, grey spatter, 5.56
Pick up sticks, count ya licks
Feeling the icks, throw up tricks
Different clicks, different hips
Moving close, open up, close lips
Brand new rose, toes on sand
Feeling like a brand new man
Got nothing to put in a rubber band
Earn my meals with my right hand
Fog and smog and bog down
Pill down pharmaceutical pantyhose
Purple, the color purple, royal purple
Jalapenos and hot sauce on ya waffles
Syrup hot
Jul 2019 · 94
Ceelo
Patrick Kennon Jul 2019
Pushing chains, working lanes, find a gap and we rush up
Soft, never fast, like a puppy I hush up
Sup from a big cup, Big Red in my guts, breakfast tacos for lunch
Piles of jalapenos and one tattooed on my arm
Right above Bailey I'm a fool, she's gone
Now I am sitting here rhyming out thoughts
Making quick movements, dropping dimes spinning tops
The meat factory never shuts off
The blades keep spinning and chop
Organs and feces and slop
When does the violence all stop
Hypocrites all, slave labor cell phone
Casting the first stone
Two tones of atonement unrepentant right
Slam 3 bones and take fright, lock the board on a 4 blank make 70
Get them crooked eyes, makes you look at guys
different.
Jul 2019 · 109
Cauterized Wire Heart
Patrick Kennon Jul 2019
Everything is too **** dollars
Pills swallered'
Tar shot up
We snot up crusty mornings
Spent in mourning
Miss you Skeeter
Open coffin never stopping words we flossing
Learn to be a boss and casually deal with loss
Find your cause, a little bit of it, bite in the hip of it,
don't let go
Take a ride, see the show, you could die tomorrow,
who knows?
Don't skip the snow cones, lots of syrup
Don't forget to fry eggs, black screaming cast iron
High wire in my soul getting hot and arcing
Leaving clean, straight, blisters
Like veins
Jul 2019 · 411
Eyelash Feather
Patrick Kennon Jul 2019
Love lost stoner, quiet loner,
what are you reading just now?
Gentle mother, sister, brother,
help me learn to forgive one another
Blunder, come out from under
your rock
Wash up, put on some new
socks
Wash your gentle love
locks
Long eyelashes and rock, crooked
corrupted slop
Just taste a drop, tip of your
tongue
Exhale your lungs, we are all
one
Jul 2019 · 154
Gentle Spells
Patrick Kennon Jul 2019
Crafting gentle spells
Collecting worn shells
Finding new smells
With you
Jul 2019 · 185
Hanging in the wind
Patrick Kennon Jul 2019
Lost in this sea of voices, conflicting choices
Feeling boyish, light on my feet for once
Like all the blood rushed to my head
Existential dread, avoiding the color red
Heavier than lead in my shoes, just another fool
Warped and molded by partisan worldview
We simmer and we stew, little voices laughing
Talking about chemo and card games and Colorado
Where oh where do we go now, that the roads have all flooded
Patrick Kennon Jul 2019
A word that screams, torn
A child that's born, into hunger,
ribs sticking out
Coming from under is a real thing, violence too
How violent would you be if you was hungry too?
Selling our health at a chance at a lie
Credit card bills and new drugs to try
Settling scores with no reason why
Killing eachother over eye for an eye
He's human too, just like you
Think about all the things he went through
How many kids he knew, because we was all once kids too
We spin and we *****, little pieces of it
You come unglued and you spit lemon
This cigarette burns out and you feel the infantry in you
Trained by the government to **** with many tools
We can find peace if we change the way we move
Think about our actions and smile,
let loose
Chase a goose around the park, put the
car in park and walk away
Tomorrow is the start of a brand new day
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