Lights Out

Lights Out

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet
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Written in December '23

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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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Wow, Musk says we won't replenish the earth enough to stay in existence.
I guess we just learn it's easier to close our eyes to some things.
Against The Wind...I love that song!
I got your point, though.
"Swallow a camel and choke on a gnat" ..That's humans.
Great write!

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Kenneth The Poet

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Thank you kindly

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Kenneth 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..