Omega-GradeA Poem by Kenneth The PoetWritten in December '21
stars twinkle at ground level
even though some float higher than others the blessing and curse of earthen elevation changes octopus expulsion blanket, fountain pen spires seen in shadow, skycloth further away hangs low before the Cialis takes effect single digits rule the air, righteous enough for water crystals turning into columns and plates, needles and dendrites sweet chew losing flavor so fast, a wallaby arrives carrying the real thing and then you go unconscious leather bat upside the skull, the twist ending nobody saw coming from the murk living is violence, atmospheric extreme at the ground level plunder asunder, blunder thunder brain-dead ingenues and adulterous, established rakes, the baseline of omega-grade horror prairie fire nightfall not melting immaculate duvets, astronomical units in action not even silver medal caliber, not even worth the rust on a farmyard Case IH this is your brain on blockers, not even the omega-grades ones © 2025 Kenneth The Poet |
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1 Review Added on October 30, 2025 Last Updated on October 30, 2025 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more.. |

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