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

to a poet sad.

how linguistically lustful can a boy be
find leaves of terrible calamitY

to oNLy hope for rainy days.
verbs the only things to say!

take time to see the truth there is
be gone with this shaky, youthful biz.

and dream beyond the wasteful cry
of lessons learned by and by.

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.

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

flowers wilt forever time
beauty melts, but
love stands firm, et al

by kEith

a progress
not, a step too broad.
a seasoned one
which we dwell.
to reach these certain
feces of hell.

a suitor, a nymph –
pepper corned,
velvet hue.
Ruby courage.
Fortress bare.
Sing this song;
our modern air.

who are you bohemian one?
friend in this fire–
“showman” ship
of which
i say
grateful
though desire.

my heart
for you
burden
true
trials of which
have seasoned.

together now
we smile on high
waiting for the “reason”

All of these.
Vibrate with nothing.
Spin like a Whirlpool or a Maytag.