Kitchen Match

Kitchen Match

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

the product of eleven and forty-one
is the level at which compressed, refined
tree matter will become carbon ash,
fragile blackness that crumples in the
slightest breeze igniting a passionate
fire in the fireman’s eyes, one that is
truly emotional, bordering on spiritual,
because knowledge is being destroyed,
and future generations will not know
the science behind the burn, which is
ironic considering that suicidal wives
can be brought back to life against
their will, this is our legacy soaked in
kerosene after all and it just take an
elderly woman lighting a kitchen match
to conflagrate it into total oblivion


© 2012 Kenneth The Poet


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We can light the fire but we can not control the burn, a lesson that applies to many facets of life.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Fahrenheit 451

Posted 13 Years Ago


Myth busters on reality TV would love to read this. :D

Posted 13 Years Ago


If you get any better your readers might just spontaneously com-bust..lol Awesome work. I love the whole wives brought back against their will!! Awesome.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Kenneth The Poet
Kenneth The Poet

Bismarck, ND



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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..