Kevin Patrick Poems

Midnight strikes, and moonbeams howl
spiraling waves of ivory
Like charcoal lines of an old crone's face
Her wisdoms seldom savory
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Our Bodies are planets of flesh
Teaming with microorganisms
Trillions upon trillions cohabiting
The continents of our colon and intestines
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We fight and annihilate
for sole proprietorship
to be a big shot for the speck of a spot
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The past is only memory
and the future a fatal mystery.
The present is the only gift
That offers our existence peace
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Behind these eyes of painted blue
There is no door you can get through
No pane to crack or hinge to split
Just a starving scream with splintered wits
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Monday came crawling in silent mourning
Buried beneath a sky of clay
The trees were bare as no birds stirred
in the empty church of endless Grey
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Homeless Santas sing in gutters
Roasting Christmas cards in garbage cans
And teenage moms play helping elves
To score Jack frost in twenty Grams
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Words may costs nothing
But when spoken, pay a price
And leave a heavy toll
That can never be excised
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It's a turd! It's a braggart
It's a narcissistic blowhard
Here's a hero whose as shallow
As his muscles are as hollow
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Puddles of snowmen
Seep through january grass
Climate change is here
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