Lights OutA Poem by Kenneth The PoetWritten in December '23
this year is on the wane,
the way out as the winter ramps up and the absurdity and cruelty that is us perseveres anyway… the introduction of the series where the arrow made of ash and iron pierces the wolf is largely a trope of the past… a past before industrialization, a past where going into the woods meant the end, lights out for the ill-equipped, a past where the diseases weren’t stopped by any kind of sensible prophylaxis… and we’ve largely eclipsed those issues and the planet now might be on the verge of a population bomb… seeing a nude junkie knocking on your walkout basement door in the middle of winter seems less unnerving, less disturbing… but the milk blood keeps running out because accessibility to the trainspotting trash is far easier than ever before… the benefits of pill form, I guess… and you can get those anywhere where there’s a food desert… and most of the United States is on the verge of becoming one… and the United States is already number one, so why try harder? this country is the nude junkie walking around in the blizzard higher than heaven and hell combined… one can only run against the odds, against the stream, against the grain, against the wind for so long… lights out is our certainty, it doesn’t matter when © 2025 Kenneth The Poet |
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1 Review Added on December 15, 2025 Last Updated on December 15, 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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