Kevin Patrick Poems

Don't you hate.
That awkward silence
As if there's an odor
And you're bad bacon
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Under the feverish throbbing yellow sun
you stride the doleful sidewalks expertly
negotiating the long seigneurial streets
and neighbourhood capillaries mapping your route
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Red Roses give me allergies and milk chocolate diabetes
cheap ballads are like calories Empty as a Hallmark treaties

Cards have potential Paper cuts
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The air has now been depleted,
and there is now a weight in your breathing.
but your minds still ecstatic
on the seascape of inertia
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Take the measuring tape
around my waist

or alternatively
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Do you remember old Jack in the green?
He could uproot his roots for a mayday routine
And by impish subversion
Deflower a virgin
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Blessed for the sun
It gives us light to love
and energy to serve
For the messanger above
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Still wrapping myself in a carapace of wool
since springs still vacationing in Florida
and the earths still sculpted with seasonal marble
clinging to my boots with adhesive devotion.
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