the art of kEith ::: 'E' on everything

Sometimes I dream you’re still that hairy man
drowning in a lake.

turn on your love light
higher
now
pig PEN
lamentations and cloak
FEAr and demoralizing
the love of GOD
so Pure

HERE I AM!

the pig is dead. dead to the pig. the pig is dead. dead to the pig. the pig is dead. dead to the pig.

see the shining star of bethlehem I taste your PIG JUICE oil
goodbye foolish cowards
and trash can blues
goodbye delilah.
and all you lose.

hello freedom
love is pure.
hello freedom
hello
demure

30 x 40 acrylic, paper, conte, auto paint on canvas

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Lol
The SECRET!
Omg and the holy fail safe brokedown….
Does he really want to write this?
How I broke my arm doing a flapjack.
Dare anybody say anything?
Torturous these WORDZ

Saw the devil tonight.
Smoked and mirrored.
In front of me with bushy
old hair …
Reminded me of an atheist
boss I once had.

If I die in a car crash
Will you still feed me, MDMA?

i saw Archie bunker on main street
and a faux faux faux band
and a hypocrite with a mohawk
and a sailor with a grin
i saw jesus there as well
bored and broken, oh yeah
i saw harry potter cutting his finger tips
and way too many phony highs

i’m taking names and numbers, says god.
like in the deli line
ham
salad
roast beef
who has the time?

goodbye captains
goodbye saints
good bye relics
good bye aints

when i had a nurse
i partied to my hearts content
she came home
anyways
i never really cheated
maybe once or twice.

when i had a nurse

of satiated lust, dare I say.
that naive pleasure, yesterday?
of discovery, his field of vast
of dancing dreams upon the grasp
of carnal sparks that dared to fly
when and which, nary thought to die.

this game we play
for what it’s worth
does have high stakes
beyond this earth

for what but here does not pass away
all of it every day

the caravan
and silly sand
the simpleton
that seek and plan

how duped we are
this whole long lot
to chase this dust
treasure lost, forgot.

stuck in the abyss of these very letters that
chase ecstasy
like a green river turnabout

i enjoy cow bells
and orifices

but friend
the music dies
and i’m here to let it ride
one more time.

notes on young love scared. now memory and shadow. on this thing that can’t be stopped–

somebody said poetry was dead.

oh chronicled honey suckle. and Cheney whipping fools. this angry dilemma is enough to call the cow¹ home. be gone foolish nymph . . . and lucky child. hello dolly and Franken² DIAL ….

feb. 15. 2008 rev. nov. 13. 2010

¹ cow here refers to a black and white animal.
² FRANKEN in this case refers to Frankenstein. it could loosely as well be in reference to Al Franken.
³ further explanation on poem .124 here