kendall thomas

Rivers wind unnoticed
through the brown hills
and budding trees,
where dark, little birds
...

I’m gonna kill, rape and plunder
cause I do what I’m told to do.
My government would never lie,
so I do what I’m told to do.
...

Bonnie and Clyde
went out for a ride
with the Devil for a guide.
...

I woke up this morning
to a glimpse of delicate blue sky
through gray cover.
Wonderful!
...

We cannot stop the bullet train.
It speeds along on tracks ordained.
Through fire of day
and fog of night
...

I walk down marble halls
that echo nothing genuine
Birds scream in attics
Women blacken their eyelids
...

all things beautiful
must someday die
said the wind
with a sigh
...

A butterfly was trapped
on the inside of my window.
It flittered about
not finding anyway out.
...

Once upon a time
A stone was flung across a universe
By a mindless hand
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Sculpted in death, models on display,
this mute cast shows how it was to die.
The terror they knew is engraved on their faces,
their prayers canceled in a pyroclastic flow.
...

Green and yellow
apple orange
this is the way to the funny farm
where people work from break of dawn
...

I am against censorship
or the suppression of ideas or
people through force or coercion.
Let us see what is done
...

evenings the bums sat around
talking the poetry of life
dirty blue-fringed words
hands cracked cold before the fire
...

We entered through the narrow fjord,
emerald-sloped and glittering
with a silvery gleam
where once sailed Viking hordes,
...

being born
is magic

dying
...

You were there at the beginning.
You saw the seed expand.
You saw the rivers of blood,
the rise of man.
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Poor kids,
why do you hang
to the branches
of these barren, campus trees?
...

In
the
garden
of
...

You thought you couldn’t ride your bicycle
Without him.
You were always looking behind
To make sure he was holding on.
...

Soft the music of the lute played by a tongue less wonder.
A lament heard from afar strummed on spider webs for our
brief descent. The ageless trees seem posed to catch the
returning footfalls of some vanished love. Yet, like
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