Kevin Patrick Poems

Marriage is a graveyard
where love can vainly die
If hard work and commitment
are sold for lusts and lies
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Cheerfully skipping over active landmines
While you willfully freeze in the firing line
Blithely grinning at the enfilades wake
And file in rank to the militant Stake
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Break seven mirrors for good luck
Open umbrellas in your house
stride with pride beneath a ladder
and Crack a wishbone on a louse
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It's a duel ghoul four-letter word
Its Vicious and fowl
and makes virgins howl
Women wear it like a morning albatross
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just think...
if Adam and Eve
did not eat the apple
but had thought ahead
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Heroes are not superman
Who save the world from evil
There the smiles of strangers
When you've had a rough day
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Was at Poppeyes last night
the smell of fried chicken
taunted my stomach
as grease battered fragrance
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Little sister wears her anxiety tiara
And walks the gangplank of glamour
Famished as a hostage Cinderella
A prisoner to fawning crowds
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They loiter the surface in reverse osmosis
but their vertical corpses are hanging in ditches
moving downwards when their rent day is due
With their Hellespont visa bought on diplomatic truce
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All I have...
are the memories of you
the sketches of your smiles
the carvings of your thoughts
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