Russell Kennerly Poems
- No First Names, Please the last time i went to fifth street ...
- The Hangperson the hangman called, wants his wooden cross ...
- The Spillway the deep breath of the lake. a little heavy, a ...
- Un-Entitled Requests one long parade of rain, a lone ...
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the deep breath of the lake.
a little heavy, a little drunk
with the old pieces of snow.
the afterthought of God,
he calls, 'Let there be water, '
and it's rivers and streams and seas.
most of the time, a lake is a standing area of shit.
streams seek, oceans lift, rivers roll towards the one note,
but a lake is but sedimentation cooling,
gravel and lime layer cake.
water makes for pretty theatre,
but curtains always close in theaters,
so why not to just skip ahead to encore? the
lake of fire or at least the third chaos,
the orange light, ...