Kevin Patrick Poems

Time does not fly
It's a spider in a web
And it crawls with hunger
scoffing our mortal Ebb
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You cannot complete me
For I complete myself
Like a pair of feet
these shoes alone keep me whole
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last night I dreamt of you
under the Vaseline lens of memory
alive as if the years had washed away
onto the waves of yesterday
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In my pursuit of love
ive never wanted
or even asked
for someone
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The dogs... are out again tonight
Howling after loves fool beggars
As young men flee into the night
Running to their getaway cars
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Love is made of lies
And all of it countless friends
Fall like dying doves
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At first we build ourselves from the images of others
Constructing foundations that are not our own
And in time we restructure the abode to our likeness
Conforming to our intrinsic definitions of home
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Manipulation makes her grand entrance
Housed in the body of a used brothel
Decomposing with deloused elegance
in styrene matricidal persuasion
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Homo sapiens
Multiply Prodigiously
Just like Jack Rabbits
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