Submissions by fred_r_kane (fred r kane)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
How you doin?
Jessica: out in the cold
Took a ride this morning, just to get away from the snow.
The day’s been good to me so far, but I still got a long way to go.
Rolling out of my home town, gonna fade, like the last hit of smoke.
I’m going to leave in style:
with a Cheshire cat smile.
When I said good bye, it wasn’t a joke.
Oh, Jessica,
why don’t you write a poem about me?
Oh, Jessica,
you never were afraid to be free,
but now you’re free from me.
I got a broken mirror, and seven more years to pay.
I crashed the glass with my snake eye glance: threw my...
The day’s been good to me so far, but I still got a long way to go.
Rolling out of my home town, gonna fade, like the last hit of smoke.
I’m going to leave in style:
with a Cheshire cat smile.
When I said good bye, it wasn’t a joke.
Oh, Jessica,
why don’t you write a poem about me?
Oh, Jessica,
you never were afraid to be free,
but now you’re free from me.
I got a broken mirror, and seven more years to pay.
I crashed the glass with my snake eye glance: threw my...
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Baptized in Mainstream
I sold my soul years ago, and discovered a soul goes cheap.
In a back road religion of the fast lane god,
was a shepherd of strung out sheep.
We worshiped blindly, but our church was rock:
lived the prayer while our profits bled.
All was spent for an ascent on wings of decibels,
and other ways to get out of our heads.
Our choir, hard voiced screaming guitars, sang our praises home
to the metal clergy, and the acid saints.
May they reign forever over our bones!
"I will not sell out," was our brethren vow,
but our stoned wouldn't...
In a back road religion of the fast lane god,
was a shepherd of strung out sheep.
We worshiped blindly, but our church was rock:
lived the prayer while our profits bled.
All was spent for an ascent on wings of decibels,
and other ways to get out of our heads.
Our choir, hard voiced screaming guitars, sang our praises home
to the metal clergy, and the acid saints.
May they reign forever over our bones!
"I will not sell out," was our brethren vow,
but our stoned wouldn't...
226 reads
5 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by fred_r_kane (fred r kane)