http://slow.writerscafe.org/geek37 The original writings of author Kenneth The Poet en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775944000 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 we drive across the badlandsand try not to breathe as westop and gawk at the scenery… and then tonight, we sleep likethe sidewinder does even if somebodyor everybody hurts because we all needit and then at some point, sweetnessfollows even if instrumentals.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3122664/ in the twentieth century,in the second to last primebefore the end if we usethe two-digit demarcation,the pop song numberedeighty-nine asked if weshould talk about theweather or the government… may we should get upand tell our significant others.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3122578/ Radio Free Europe blasts western propagandabetter than anyone else, and the East Germansdecide to make the pilgrimage westward, laughingat the armed guards and the razor line that linesthe border with West Germany… talk about the passion regardless of the mora.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3122542/ harborcoat is a weird word tostart out a poem, but so is writingabout seven Chinese brothers if you are not familiar with that language or culture… it’s easier to apologize about rainin the south-central part of the country, but neither you or I cand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3122359/ it’s time to begin the begin,whatever the hell that means… these days, you may as wellfall on me and we fall togetherinto the river that was once on fire,the Cuyahoga… and the hyena in the nearby zoowill laugh at us and we drown to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3122283/ everyday we’re feeling gravity’s pulland we’re navigating life via maps and legends and drivereight can’t take a break becausethey and everyone else can tryto figure out life and how to live it,and everybody fromOld Man Kinsey to Wendell Geecan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3122182/ Pete Seeger could maybe writethe finest worksong, but he’d notwrite something like welcome to theoccupation or exhuming McCarthy… and this would both disturb the force and the residents of theheron house… strange, huh? it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3122139/ the melt water flows fleetly downhillin front of the middle school, the warm snap between the inevitableArctic blasts… weird to see this far north if you’refrom the land, where if Wichita so falls,so falls Wichita Falls… and the melt .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3122038/ the desert dog chasesthat f*****g birdacross the salt flats,saguaros and salt duneslike a zealot that wantsto turn this very nationinto a theocracy… that’s the definitionof persistence,of perseverance,of tenacity,of stamina….. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3122033/ another eve dawns and sets,just another day come and gone… and another year come and gonewithout a second coming… and the apologists still warn youto get right and then the time betweenthen and now is just the passingof today and tomorrow f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121973/ the howl echoes off the hills,the basin echoing visions of the east even though he’s out west… alone, bored, crying, dejected,all inside, the outside always stoic… he’s 38 years old but he’s kissed a girl,several in fact&h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121970/ people always ask me,what’s the frequency, Kenneth?and I tell them somewhereon the low end of the dialbecause that’s where theircrush with eyeliner livedonce upon a time… and somehow I’m stillnot the king of comedy,and while I don.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121869/ written in December '23 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121867/ three days until Jesus collapses on all of us, but why is it in the winter? why not the spring or summer?the lambs are born after all… for once in our measly lives,let’s defy the laws of tradition… I guess that won’t happen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121773/ Too raunchy for the FB timeline http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121772/ Written in December '23 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121771/ anise, horehound, licorice, sassafras,it’s all over for the folks who can’t handle the tang and the spice ofsuch hard candies because you holdthe heart of darkness in the palmsof your hands… are you the undercover cop that’s always irrita.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121677/ Written in December '23 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121676/ the radio song plays on and onand I’m losing my religion over it,and I’m just feeling low, low, low…and over there, far away fromnear wild heaven, the spousesearches high and low for anendgame, the end of the gamecalled life, the one that theshiny happy people don’t wantto t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121623/ Written in December '23 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121622/ sixty-seven and sixty-ninesquared themselves and tookthe difference between themselvesand found that four sixty-eightsdemanded compensation for barelyever being memed or joked about… but the truth is even sadder than that,the song itself sucks beyond the e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121522/ they say he is lordand that every kneeshall bend… they say that heowns every manas he is sovereignover all his creation… and so as he owns us,we are his slaves,stamped from the startas his property… the choic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121520/ she allows black sludge in her home,and she tolerates his favorite hueeven though it runs his life… and like Crete loved James,and like Chester loved Nellie,she loves him so much,so deeply in fact… and he does too,and it’s been qu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121452/ written in December '23 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121429/ twelve, twelve, seventeen,eleven, thirteen, seventeen,five, five, seven,four, seven, eight,twenty-nine, twenty-nine, forty-one,twenty-three, forty-one, forty-seven… something ain’t right here,and maybe that’s the point well three o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121315/ Written in December '23 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121314/ Juliet loved RomeoAbigail loved JohnIsolde loved TristanMarc loved CleopatraEcho loved NarcissusEleanor loved Franklinand through thick and thin,I love you too http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121194/ written in December '23 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121192/ the burnt orange road appleis now in the same as league as the blue monster not obsessedwith cookies, but with sayingthat bananas are crunchyand being a superhero, butnobody remembers that guybecause nobody remembers thehaystack, the orange catand the one with the two firstnames, but we live in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121091/ Written in December '23 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121090/ put your opinions onlineand the trolls gather as ifyou’ve pissed in their Trix andyou bless them all Irish-like andconsole them by telling themtheir responses have the valueof Confederate currencybut the memory of humanityis always so f*****g shortbecause by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121009/ Written in December '23 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121008/ the descent starts now,the addict says when hewants to blame everyonebut himself...this is the pattern,and he wonders whyclapping feels likerazor blades cuttingeverything from scalpto sole...and this still isn't the end,because he's hit bottom buthe realizes that the numbersbehind zero are on aninfi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3121005/ Written in December '23 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3120980/ madness and sadnessclawing out from deep inside,the body at rest is the ether ill,or is it the carriershowing no symptoms? or is the etherspitting the dark stuff back atall of humankind? are we just toxic?are we just poisonous beasts.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3120958/ she and he conversing, not cavortinglike she had hoped in the witching hours...troubled, like his eyesight with thetraffic light show in the pre-dawn hours...in the wrong hands, this has themakings for a film that'll sit in theclearance bin forever and whatever,amen...this bad film has it all,impote.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3120955/ written in December '23 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3120901/ play the dark tunes, Alexa play the tunes that resonatewith the demon within the demon of depression,the one that refuses to seethings as if the top of the copper matters the most is this proper therapy? if so, it’s excellent .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3120838/ he’s the hammer and the spike, the delusional male who runs inand s***s on everything… this is his reason for being,because contentment issomehow out of his reach… and it’s a cycle,a cycle of disappointment that no one cares.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3120837/ the maverick passed on andleft a legacy of love, laughter and truthfrom Miami, Nashville and beyond,there's no shame in crying nowhe appeared happy and contenteven though his intestineswere wracked with cancerhe and I lived his truth and madethousands and millions happyalong the wayrest well, R.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3120754/ Written in December '23 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3120752/ the pinpricks fall from the gray skyadhering to the car’s windowslike flypaperlanding on the grounded likebuttered toast the other cars are ready to bethePredators and the Wild fightingforthe Central Division title and the pinpricks in hisfin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3120648/ Written in December '23 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3120640/ go back in time about three decades or more,before he was Donnie Haskell, he was singingabout how it’s all over… and exactly between eight dozen andeight baker’s dozen die per year justshoveling snow from their driveways… cardiac ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3120564/ Written in December '23 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3120557/ metric bouncing over the northern border,causing us all to dance without quarterand the legs go wet because of appeal,so much so that everyone and anyone squealsthe boomers and X'ers, some anywaysay that music died back one random daybut if that was true, why are the youngersproducing sounds for whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3120429/ written in December '23 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3120426/ today, I turned forty-five inthis year of forty-five squared,and reports of strange fruitbillow up from the murk ofabject human eviland I have to ask why?and the riposte is simple,the froggy f***s that electedthe tangerine trash can fire toanother term have made the dreams of another ethnostate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3120357/ written in December '23 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3120356/ the current year is forty-five squaredafter some supposedly important dudewalked the earth to save it from itself,and it's the year of the project thatnobody honestly asked forbut in the land of first past the post,the dumpster fire that's the hue of citrusis as, if not, more popular than thefigure .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/geek37/3120257/