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181 · May 2019
Ilyophis brunneus
Patrick Kennon May 2019
Cross web interactions, herbs sold by fractions of the ounce
Light across the paving stones, home alone in the mote bath
Facing it once again, been putting it off to long
The stink of thawed blood on the cutting board
Hot hot peppers on the rim of your glass
Eyes in the ant lion holes boring tunnels
we are eating each other
bone by bone

Cold water hits your gut like a fist
eyes dumping mucus
Wipe me away, wipe me down the side
of your pants
Finding the intersecting point
pirouetting through the landmines

A walk through the woods with her
To a house with no fence,
a deep creek churning out back
That you must wade through
however fast it flows
however many stones
it turns
180 · Jun 2019
Timing, Headspace
Patrick Kennon Jun 2019
It took me so long to learn that:

Firing takes place
when the recoiling groups
are between .020 to .116
out of battery to prevent
contact between the front
end of the barrel extension
and the trunnion block

Verbatim.

But I did it, and so can you.
Why not?

It took me so long to learn:

The distance between
the face of the bolt
and the base of the cartridge
when fully seated in the chamber

Verbatim.

But I did it, and so can you.
Why not?

Plunging, direct,
enfilade, traversing,
elevating,
elevating and traversing,
swinging traverse, free gun, bipods,
tripods,
useless weight which
spits the ending of living stories
and breathing saints
178 · May 2022
Sour Amber
Patrick Kennon May 2022
Whiskey when I'm thirsty, whiskey when I'm dry
Whiskey in the morning, whiskey till I cry
Me and this old whiskey, in the same place by and by
This whiskey cannot hurt me, this whiskey makes me die

Paddle this old river, the banks go sliding by
Polish this old trigger, wipe carbon from your eye
Put down that amber liquor, it's eating your insides
Go and find that river, it is deep and it is wide
177 · Jul 2019
Earl Grey
Patrick Kennon Jul 2019
Earl Grey on cracked, parched, lips
Neanderthals with fused hips, no fontanelle
Homosapiens probably hunted them well
Sent a whole species to hell, inheritors
A sleep and a snore, feeling hunted
Remembering so many days blunted, lost
Another horseshoe toss, genocide and loss, us thinking meatbags
Reason says, empathy bags stolen at gunpoint, shoot anyway
Any day you want it you can find it
That I wanna die ****
Just make a choice
176 · Aug 2019
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
169 · Mar 2017
Untitled
Patrick Kennon Mar 2017
Pulling stiff new clothes out of a plastic shopping bag
   to wear to the funeral tomorrow
    why didn't you
     call before you
     left?

Where to put it all?

Another one, how is it possible
   just dog tags on a hill
     bottles of whiskey
        comrades
          left

Thyme & black pepper tea

  Xanax to **** the shakes
   coffee spilled on the *******
     floorboards
      again
169 · Sep 2017
2B118
Patrick Kennon Sep 2017
Rapid
responder
pull for
help
169 · Aug 2019
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
168 · Jul 2019
Waiting on smoke
Patrick Kennon Jul 2019
This tea tastes lovely this morning, just cooling down
Hydroxizine impounds this anxiety, I cry, am free
Of burdens piled on top of me, dropped casually, callously
Look at me, eye dead center, enter it on the chart
Machete swipe my heart in its little rib cage box
These birds must talk, screaming obscenities over Fig Newtons
Finding two cents on Memorial, tossed on soft hard plastic
Crashed it that one night, don't remember anything anymore
What else is in store, I really can't handle much more
167 · Sep 2017
Snax 2
Patrick Kennon Sep 2017
2:00 PM Snack Choices
Saltine or graham crackers
Peanut butter
167 · Aug 2019
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
165 · Sep 2017
ALARM
Patrick Kennon Sep 2017
ON POSITION I
OFF POSITION _
Make sure
CTXA loves our vets
STOP
Alarm sounds when door is opened
163 · Jul 2019
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
163 · Sep 2017
Blahblahblah
Patrick Kennon Sep 2017
Speak onto the speaking stone
breathe onto the breathing tree
pick up that railroad steel
sharpen it as you walk
rusty shank

Light a fire near the river
on the big square of concrete
read your Quran
and burn her *******
you wore around your wrist

Blah blah blah
here we spin
on this little green rock
big organic meatgrinder
this life can seem so feeble

Matchsticks and broken sunglasses
a handfull of pills
Su Yue Lee painted pictures
that hung over us
as we made love

Grab a piece
any piece
and hold on tight
it might crawl away
and leave you in the dark
162 · Sep 2017
Manic Paprika
Patrick Kennon Sep 2017
Godzilla!
Ratrun bro
DG!!!
Cool spaceship
very alien
I like paprika on everything
Stop
this is a LOCKED unit
This exit door is for EMERGENCIES only
Alarm will sound
Unlock with NA-1 key
674 EE31640
Model S/N
Check
Fire Fire
Thanks Jordan
for the words of encouragement
and the St. Michael's card
it really
helped
Rapture dragons
AC/DC
<3 Love etc
FCV
NEW
162 · Sep 2017
A day with Cotton
Patrick Kennon Sep 2017
38 playing cards, short deck
Justice for orange juice
Imagine if we were encased in clear plastic
Cotton butterflies, cotton soaks up everything
What does death mean, anything?
The death of the (insert meaning of life)
Six six six
You came by earlier
and drew this, no, Cotton did
computer error, virus
God bless you ma'am
close the store now
No more Jolly Ranchers
got any crayons?
This is a closed unit, LS PC
Secured while foyer door is open
NO PATIENTS ALLOWED IN THE NURSES STATION AT ANY TIME
3.14/Kiwi/Honeydew/Melon
Hurry up and wait
God gave us free (will?)
Until the last shot is fired
Thanks for the pretty butterflies Nikki
Let's play with the one eyed jack of spades
NO EXIT
Alarm will sound
YOU CAN'T BREAK ME
161 · Oct 2021
Blurred canvas
Patrick Kennon Oct 2021
Tossing stones into shallow pools
Putting on these blue socks & walking away,
but these blues keep stalking down my neck
Dropping from my lash, from cheek stained red
Shame and bitter contempt
Sorrow and chewed Nicorette headaches
Dead breaks of trees waiting to burn,
on a match to turn things sideways
Wide days spent dreaming
Long night spent grieving
Childhood spent teething for truth
Rot out tooth on Baby Ruth and root beer
Never close, forever near,
I'll see you around one day my dear
160 · Aug 2019
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
160 · Feb 2019
Al-Latif
Patrick Kennon Feb 2019
The wind finds its fingers in the sound of the leaves
a whole space to void
The night finds obscurity in rain, the rain finds
all the places to wake you
Cold stones and water in a bucket drank down
boiling rocks and foaming seas
Find me a solid place to stand in this
rubble of psychosis
A bullet and a brain and a piece of violence
extended laterally
A bubble of smiling faces, shining sequins on
freshly caught fish scales
158 · Sep 2017
Lotuz
Patrick Kennon Sep 2017
Lovestones, lovelocks, lodesoul
Do it right, numbskull
Pinky length pencil fingers
to write this with
Another rosy day
in the ward
Coo-koo coo-koo
158 · Jan 2019
Acid Quran Readings
Patrick Kennon Jan 2019
nor does anyone know
what it is that he will
  earn on the marrow,
    nor does anyone know
      in what land he is
        to die
158 · Sep 2019
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
154 · Jul 2019
Gentle Spells
Patrick Kennon Jul 2019
Crafting gentle spells
Collecting worn shells
Finding new smells
With you
154 · Aug 2019
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
153 · Sep 2017
ClickSnapPop
Patrick Kennon Sep 2017
Kiss me with your eyes
Adorn me in river stones
Roll me in the weeds
to catch their scent

Love my limp body
on the shores of
the San Gabriel river
south of center

Lance this blister
Call your sister
Chat chat chat
we're good enough for that

Topsy turvy teapot madness
plain grit gladness
split pea sadness
where did the time go

She washes sheets and lays them out on the tile roof
of her 1 room nothing in downtown anywhere
southeast Asia

And dreams of lovers and full meals
Cars and their steering wheels
Being something more than possessed
Independent, blessed
where did the time go
153 · Sep 2017
POG
Patrick Kennon Sep 2017
POG
Preach your bible while you spit venom
Like you're the only one with a mental illness
Your first time in this ward? It's my fifth
Tell me about my life, apparently you lived it
Ever been disowned, disinherited, left in the dirt?
Tell me what is feels like every time one of my comrades dies
You sat in AC while I slept in the sand
You're just a POG to me, ******* man
152 · Jan 2022
A creek by dead cabins
Patrick Kennon Jan 2022
One day he will follow her to the sea
By way of creek breaking through cold pine root
Through stone and sand, through outstretched hand
Through this silent land he laps languidly
Rushes relentless, rests in pools, rolling blue jewels
To the sea, on to the endless sea, meet her at the shore
The salt and the roar, the recession of wave and water
Starlight's son and daughter, mingling in the tide
Drawn out from this great divide, down into the depths
152 · Aug 2019
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
151 · Sep 2017
Bugout
Patrick Kennon Sep 2017
Black and blue and covered in this and you
*****, aches, probably the flu
A fly just landed, landed on you
Swipe away, sneeze into the sunlight
A somber step into the blacklight
Twilight and midnight are quite alike
Bugout moon as a backlight
We strive, we fight, what for
Trying to find the next door and breach it
Living for 4:00 and a beer to get near it
We grab wheels and attempt to steer it
But in the end it's like trying to fly a train
Day to day life is just insane
good luck
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
148 · Mar 2022
The hungry dogs
Patrick Kennon Mar 2022
How many individual cups of grief sit on this counter alone 
holding pictures of their sons and daughters
The distant sounds of shelling 
Dreadful walk of a slumbering, evil giant 
drunk and wheeling
A galvanizing hate, one that grinds teeth to gum
drives all tears from their spring eternal
dries one's soul into shriveled reeds 
dry, crumbling thistles
148 · Oct 2019
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
148 · Sep 2017
Lunava
Patrick Kennon Sep 2017
Picking flowers to pass the time
waiting on the sun
to call

Cut a hole in a mattress so they could still use her as a
******* even when she was pregnant
how do these things happen

Picking flowers to pass the time
waiting on the moon
to sleep

She woke up this morning wanting nothing more than coffee
how did she end up as a body on the side of the road
tell me that one God

Picking flowers to pass the time
waiting on the
grass growing

So many times I ask why but here I lie
waiting on the clock to strike
zero
146 · Jul 2017
Untitled
Patrick Kennon Jul 2017
Mother
Sweet basil flower
dew of morning
eye of cat
heart of honeydew

Trusting me through my untruthfulness
Like a orchid you sip water slowly
and bloom in the shade
of willow heart

Cows on the other side of the fence
Chew thine cud
Life turns
360 all day
La la la
145 · Sep 2017
Burial
Patrick Kennon Sep 2017
He woke up this morning with the idea
he walked from the back of the truck stop
where the spigot was
and thought about killing you
not you in particular
just someone
a you

Hitchhiking with a bootknife
a lucky stone
and a bandanna tied to a lock
waiting
waiting
the ever present waiting

Why did you stop?
what compelled you to pick him up
was it your good nature
or a service to humanity?

Any little dirt road, yeah
turn off here
did you expect it
or was it quick?

So many questions but
not so many
answers
142 · Oct 2019
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
141 · Mar 2023
Menthol memories
Patrick Kennon Mar 2023
A shot of whiskey for the rain
A shot of whiskey for the pain
My efforts to stay insane
Let's take one for the rain

Burning down another menthol smoke
Pulled from packs like ***** jokes
Learning that it's all or broke
Flick away that **** and croak

All to be said was spoke
Between us in the end
But something brings back memories
Which I cannot defend, that send me

To places gone,
How does one
Swim back up
Stream?
141 · Sep 2017
Latitude
Patrick Kennon Sep 2017
The smell of putrefying flesh
cellulitis
Biting off my wedding string
Yes, string, yes, biting
Courage my dear
Courage for me
For us, for her
Why not, please
Lines like watercolor bloodlines
dripping in chalk
Dying would be better
then to surrender my soul
They told me I look like Che
I just look like me I think
Courage my dear
My will shall not be broken by
petty gestures
Courage my dear
Far or near we can
do this
140 · Sep 2019
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
139 · Aug 2019
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
138 · Sep 2017
Lovely Cycles
Patrick Kennon Sep 2017
Broken mood-rings on your bedside table
Cat tracks on your porcelain plates, black side up
Sunny eggs, eat 'em cold, fried green tomatoes
Sometimes waking up blows, hard, grass in the yard
Do the bugs feel it when you run the lawnmower?
Self conscious shell shock, trauma from swung padlocks
A cluster of lovelocks, held loosely
A bouquet of broke tooth smiles, grin back, be choosy
Holding each others lives loosely, why give a ****
Being picked up and slammed by the tides of tears, refugee fears
Just another proletariat in a shuffleboard life
Grief and strife, a taste of all these bitter things we seek
How much weight do you lose being a corpse for a week?
Silver, sleek, something turning in the hands of the meek
Like a knife or olive leaf, I'm not one to critique, just let me speak
Please, just for once
137 · Aug 2019
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
136 · Sep 2017
Lovestones
Patrick Kennon Sep 2017
Lifeless Lilith, stream fed twirls, insomnia, freshwater pearls
Saucer eyed sun dancer with her hair in whirls
Kissing her favorite girl in a bathroom stall
Loves everybody, stands tall & strong, a virtual wall of virtue
It hurts too, yes it hurts you, brings out the worst you
We're all in this together you see, this wonderful life to be
A rocky trail to follow, living today, dreaming for tomorrow
She walked where we can't follow, doe eyed goddess of sorrow
Steals your heart, doesn't borrow, has them by the carload
She's no porcelain doll though, soul as strong as an ox pull
Broke her chains, it's all the same, life can be a wonderful game
Be mindful today, love & humility we gain, keeps us level & sane
A comb in her back pocket, wearing dull love lockets
If you ever come across this, it's a flight or fight concept
She's so open she can't stop it, hold my hand & just talk kid
Her type of love you can't top it, be careful, never drop it
Bones out of sockets, voice of birds flocking, she's just talking
I woke to her wet sweat lips, staring at me with sleepy hips
This road it winds & dips, let's do our best & follow it
Take your love in little sips, stronger than bourbon or cane sniffs
Take a moment & feel the difference, ambrosia of life in a single kiss
All I ever wanted was just this, just hold me lady, that's my bliss
135 · Sep 2019
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
134 · Sep 2019
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
134 · Oct 2019
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
134 · Jul 2019
Alaia
Patrick Kennon Jul 2019
Birds on a highline
Cat tracks and blue twine
We're smiling this morning
T made it happen
The cats are trackin' again
and we sit here happily
waiting on pills
94b
134 · Sep 2017
Snax 3
Patrick Kennon Sep 2017
Evening snack choices
1/2 sandwich or popcorn
or
Fruit (if available)
Milk/juice (if available) / water
133 · Sep 2017
Dizzy
Patrick Kennon Sep 2017
Natural uncut light gray diamonds
Fancy gray diamonds
Fancy on the value is the bid range
Light, fancy, intense, vivid
Clear cut the soul bound forest, dark diamonds are cheap
Congolese slaughtered by the heap, life is cheap, wound channels deep
Machetes replace laws in Sierra Leone, eating the hearts of children martyrs
Love of life bottled in 101 Wild Turkey
It hurts to hurt, see? Question intensely, broken fence misery
Calories packed densely, hand pounded corn, hate and bitter scorn
Addicted to violence like internet ****, lay love and the dove is lone
Pigeon drop poetry on your shoulder, cloaca **** sober
Yeah, come on over, let's sip a brew, ride a train, act a fool
Mountains folded up like wool, horns, grab the bull
Close my eyes and act the fool, toil till I boil, sip water out of a skull
Cannibalistic Kabbalah, hash smoking chai wallah
We're all slumdogs here, drink water, **** clear
Whether far or near don't be a stranger my dear
Live life like a deer, let our robot guardians allow us to return to the garden
Lock away the pain, let it harden, more dangerous the the 1st MarDiv
Once it begins you can't stop it, this like keeps me honest
Maybe you don't only get one kid
Pick yourself from the mud pit
Hate it or love it
We must rise
Above
It
132 · Jul 2019
The Cobblers of 94b
Patrick Kennon Jul 2019
It was the day before Christmas, all the little cobblers went to work
The day before Christmas and my feet are sore, walking these cold streets alone
I had run over shoes, sores on my feet
This **** street, wind and sin, stinging the tears from eyes like pitchers pouring
The cobblestones hurt my feet, walking barefooted, well hooded now, girls swaying with crockpot hips and blue twine
Little girls with hoods on their jackets.
Smack it, back at it, do it drastic
Fog and dark gray sky, cobblestones made me cry again today
I was in pain, walking in the dark gray shadows
Written by Sam Brazell and Patrick Kennon, thanks Sam, I miss you brother.
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