voodooshooter
To those who live in the digital world Think fewer not more. Too many are Too quick to jump on. To dispirit this and Cast down that. To venerate them and Revere those. Led to think you are free. Only to sanctify the histrionics of the impotent.
-K-
from Firsts and Lasts
Feeling mislead about leaving. My own knowing won't make Wrong aching goodbyes care. Crying time before back to Monday.
-K-
from Four Line Blues Poems
You smile words that are Boorish, ostentatious, and whimsical To explain it all away. Your desire to sanitize through language Is ineffectual and unmanageable. I see through your malefic designs. Words do not make one saintly. The beatific are incorporeal.
-K-
from Firsts and Lasts
Crying woman walking out. Suitcase, station, town-gone. Lying luck, sad heart. Half tired nobody blues.
-K-
from Four Line Blues Poems
Monday morning lonesome, aching moan. Empty, dead work. I need money. Can't trouble about a misleading blame.
-K-
from Four Line Blues Poems
Your words are synonyms for armament. A peddler of malignity. Trying to sell a Magahit of leanness. Take a breath. Realize my lenity is not Owed to your benevolence. Self-worth is for the self. It's not for you to sell. You evil pitchman.
-K-
from Firsts and Lasts
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