Ken Kerr

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It hides cocooned
inside
waiting to be jettisoned
or ripped out
...

Finger
and nose tips
and lips
examine the ragged planes
...

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I am a survivor. (Gloria Gaynor would be proud of me) . I have survived an abusive childhood; apartheid; AIDS; depression; addictions and guilt at being gay. But through all of this I have continually followed my inborn quest for meaning and wholeness. To borrow Christopher Isherwood's description of himself in the opening paragraphs of 'Goodbye to Berlin', 'I (too) am a camera'. I have recorded my life in my poems and now as I read through them I encounter forgotten moments and unexpected feelings. Not having fully committed to the life that I'd been given, I have no life at all...only a handful of words that could easily have been written by someone other than me; a fistful of poems that were written or never written or are still to be written. A slim volume of memories. I offer them here for you to enjoy, malign, keep, share or discard and whatever you do with them I thank you for taking your time to read them.)

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Poem About Poetry: Where Is The Poem?

It hides cocooned
inside
waiting to be jettisoned
or ripped out
or slide effortlessly
into being

Naked and ashamed
it will be mine
to name
or leave unnamed
to discard or coddle
as I please

I can expose
its contrived innocence
to other eyes
or hide it in this notebook
forever
a simple and selfish pleasure

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