Submissions by fred_r_kane (fred r kane)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
How you doin?
I still like it when we dance (re-write)
Love the way you smile at me- if I could keep that grin forever-
but, you insist on wasting away, and I’m stuck to a wall of- never.
Lost my train of thought when I took it down the tracks.
Shit happens when I head out, baby, like I ain’t coming back.
In my haze, I thought I heard you say: “Pass the black eye, please.”
So, I dropped it on you, and you fell to your knees.
One thing leads another, until nothing’s what I got:
except a low-fi needle, and you, here, left to rot.
There’s me and you-
...
but, you insist on wasting away, and I’m stuck to a wall of- never.
Lost my train of thought when I took it down the tracks.
Shit happens when I head out, baby, like I ain’t coming back.
In my haze, I thought I heard you say: “Pass the black eye, please.”
So, I dropped it on you, and you fell to your knees.
One thing leads another, until nothing’s what I got:
except a low-fi needle, and you, here, left to rot.
There’s me and you-
...
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Last time you were here
Words and images: fading- memory
altered by time and fragmented mind.
Eventually, this machine will crash,
and all will be less than a whisper
to my universe.
Binary script and code produce
a different evolution:
life in the matrix.
Is it AI, or AIs?
It is a universe of many gods,
and their creations reside in many dimensions:
each blind to the other.
Avatars visit and ascend
and visit again-
You’ve become
a vanquished god-
no longer with us @ Olympus, or Asgard
(or whatever the app name for...
altered by time and fragmented mind.
Eventually, this machine will crash,
and all will be less than a whisper
to my universe.
Binary script and code produce
a different evolution:
life in the matrix.
Is it AI, or AIs?
It is a universe of many gods,
and their creations reside in many dimensions:
each blind to the other.
Avatars visit and ascend
and visit again-
You’ve become
a vanquished god-
no longer with us @ Olympus, or Asgard
(or whatever the app name for...
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I was just a face
I was just a face,
somewhere, back when things were -
Now, I’m in my place:
image on paper- ink on a yellowed page.
I accept this isolation.
Friend of mine, you can pull away,
but you can not abandon
anyone who could never feel.
Wandered through our ruins.
Becalmed in the worst of rage.
Hell, the wind, snow, and rain
always pass, and all I see is dead.
Detachment.
Pain, it won’t get through.
Always thought it over rated;
still, I know you need to...
somewhere, back when things were -
Now, I’m in my place:
image on paper- ink on a yellowed page.
I accept this isolation.
Friend of mine, you can pull away,
but you can not abandon
anyone who could never feel.
Wandered through our ruins.
Becalmed in the worst of rage.
Hell, the wind, snow, and rain
always pass, and all I see is dead.
Detachment.
Pain, it won’t get through.
Always thought it over rated;
still, I know you need to...
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I ain't crying
Texas says his mother-in-law has been feedin’ him poison.
Judging by the look in her eye, she might have reason to try.
At first blink, you would think that my brother’s paranoid,
but he’s been bleedin’ inside- the doctors don’t know why.
You know, his drug out years, and his love for the bottle
have some saying his brain wont hit full throttle.
When they slab the poor bastard, and tag his damn toe,
will they believe him, then?
Will anyone care to know?
That’s why I ain’t...
Judging by the look in her eye, she might have reason to try.
At first blink, you would think that my brother’s paranoid,
but he’s been bleedin’ inside- the doctors don’t know why.
You know, his drug out years, and his love for the bottle
have some saying his brain wont hit full throttle.
When they slab the poor bastard, and tag his damn toe,
will they believe him, then?
Will anyone care to know?
That’s why I ain’t...
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Mother of Tears
She don’t wanna be a mama, baby-
she’s her mama’s little girl.
She ain’t gonna be a mama, mama;
she’s too wrapped up in her world.
Don’t try talkin’ her out of it;
her baby’s gotta go.
Don’t try talkin’ her out of it;
baby’s gotta go-
let her lose it now than later.
Woman’s gonna have her own life to live.
She can always make another.
She can always make another;
she’s well equipped to be a mother!
And, mother fuck,
she just might
be a mother of tears.
You made her keep it anyway,
and now her baby’s...
she’s her mama’s little girl.
She ain’t gonna be a mama, mama;
she’s too wrapped up in her world.
Don’t try talkin’ her out of it;
her baby’s gotta go.
Don’t try talkin’ her out of it;
baby’s gotta go-
let her lose it now than later.
Woman’s gonna have her own life to live.
She can always make another.
She can always make another;
she’s well equipped to be a mother!
And, mother fuck,
she just might
be a mother of tears.
You made her keep it anyway,
and now her baby’s...
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The devil's MacGuffin
Six thousand years of being damned
on a hell ride back to who I am,
from the wilderness, where I found nothin’.
Guess the holy grail’s the devil’s MacGuffin.
Kept blinded by the song she sings.
Deaf from words that don’t mean a thing,
but she cooks so good; I gotta taste that muffin.
Guess true love is the devil’s MacGuffin.
She’s got the magic lock.
I got the key that fits:
tattooed with the number 666.
She opens up,
and I feel her hell,
then I show her how them angels fell.
Half dead and scarred and mesmerized
by...
on a hell ride back to who I am,
from the wilderness, where I found nothin’.
Guess the holy grail’s the devil’s MacGuffin.
Kept blinded by the song she sings.
Deaf from words that don’t mean a thing,
but she cooks so good; I gotta taste that muffin.
Guess true love is the devil’s MacGuffin.
She’s got the magic lock.
I got the key that fits:
tattooed with the number 666.
She opens up,
and I feel her hell,
then I show her how them angels fell.
Half dead and scarred and mesmerized
by...
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American Psycho
Time, it's all me. I got a Rolex arm
with some time to kill, and you're just another animal.
Time is precious. How I use it means
if I'm canonized, or just another cannibal.
It's a rat race, and I take the fast lane.
I've got the drive I’m gonna get there first.
Cut me off ? I'm too quick with the wheels,
and I'll just get dirty if you do your worst.
Loath me?
Love me!
Can't divorce myself from myself;
to hit and run is integrated with my soul.
Can't divorce myself from myself.
Loath me how I'm...
with some time to kill, and you're just another animal.
Time is precious. How I use it means
if I'm canonized, or just another cannibal.
It's a rat race, and I take the fast lane.
I've got the drive I’m gonna get there first.
Cut me off ? I'm too quick with the wheels,
and I'll just get dirty if you do your worst.
Loath me?
Love me!
Can't divorce myself from myself;
to hit and run is integrated with my soul.
Can't divorce myself from myself.
Loath me how I'm...
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The Lost Highway (another run)
You'd say my clone is the evil twin;
well, let me set you straight, he's just another victim
under lock at that secret place.
When I close my eyes, I can still see our face,
and at night our nightmares align.
It's almost enough to drive me out of our mind.
You know, those drugs I didn't take have me riding blind,
trying to find you in the mist.
That's the gist
of the lost highway.
We cruise The Matrix collecting souls
that have converted to digital.
Download them through the radio.
Keep them filed under rock and roll.
My chauffeur...
well, let me set you straight, he's just another victim
under lock at that secret place.
When I close my eyes, I can still see our face,
and at night our nightmares align.
It's almost enough to drive me out of our mind.
You know, those drugs I didn't take have me riding blind,
trying to find you in the mist.
That's the gist
of the lost highway.
We cruise The Matrix collecting souls
that have converted to digital.
Download them through the radio.
Keep them filed under rock and roll.
My chauffeur...
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Childhood Trauma
She rests in Autumn leaves with a smile of spiders;
they've replaced her lullaby and her kiss.
I lie beside her and beg for resurrection,
and I whisper to her heart how much she is missed,
but she wont get warm.
She wont get warm.
Blood is splattered on the family album.
There’s a pool coagulating on the floor.
The hammer fell, but I’m feeling no justice.
I can’t feel anything any more.
She wont get warm.
She wont get warm.
Outside a church I stood in the rain.
Something is calling me into the wild.
When I feel the...
they've replaced her lullaby and her kiss.
I lie beside her and beg for resurrection,
and I whisper to her heart how much she is missed,
but she wont get warm.
She wont get warm.
Blood is splattered on the family album.
There’s a pool coagulating on the floor.
The hammer fell, but I’m feeling no justice.
I can’t feel anything any more.
She wont get warm.
She wont get warm.
Outside a church I stood in the rain.
Something is calling me into the wild.
When I feel the...
#grief
#dark
#death
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I still like it when we dance
Love the way you smile at me- wanna keep that grin forever,
but you insist on wasting away, and I’m stuck to my wall of never.
Lost my train of thought when the spike went through the tracks,
but I always like to head out, yeah, like I ain’t coming back.
You’ve gotten like a bad jam- said you’re stinking up the joint.
Don’t think that you could ever play, but that’s beside the point.
What I think, I’m saying- what I say is: thought.
I sold my soul to the lowest bidder, and he hates what he bought.
There’s me and you
don’t know what to do because ...
but you insist on wasting away, and I’m stuck to my wall of never.
Lost my train of thought when the spike went through the tracks,
but I always like to head out, yeah, like I ain’t coming back.
You’ve gotten like a bad jam- said you’re stinking up the joint.
Don’t think that you could ever play, but that’s beside the point.
What I think, I’m saying- what I say is: thought.
I sold my soul to the lowest bidder, and he hates what he bought.
There’s me and you
don’t know what to do because ...
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Ugly American road trip 2011
Suzie got her rocks off, and I’m getting tired.
Been driving all night- it’s what we do when I’m wired.
The sounds on the radio are boring me to tears
(it’s been the same shit- the last forty-two years)
then, an angel breaks the silence out from digital space-
with a word prompting change in a far away place.
It seems, the virus caught a wave, and my world is going. Mad
transition returns- just waiting to be had. Just waiting to be had
somewhere in an alien land.
Blood written in vermillion sand ...
Been driving all night- it’s what we do when I’m wired.
The sounds on the radio are boring me to tears
(it’s been the same shit- the last forty-two years)
then, an angel breaks the silence out from digital space-
with a word prompting change in a far away place.
It seems, the virus caught a wave, and my world is going. Mad
transition returns- just waiting to be had. Just waiting to be had
somewhere in an alien land.
Blood written in vermillion sand ...
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high art
One week before Christmas,
when I was 13,
I got to trippin' balls on some green microdot.
I tried to crash, but all I could do was
perceive myself
a city sidewalk.
Wasn't too bad- having a crowd walking over me;
they were carrying presents in brightly colored shopping bags,
and I got to look up a few nice skirts.
when I was 13,
I got to trippin' balls on some green microdot.
I tried to crash, but all I could do was
perceive myself
a city sidewalk.
Wasn't too bad- having a crowd walking over me;
they were carrying presents in brightly colored shopping bags,
and I got to look up a few nice skirts.
218 reads
2 Comments
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