Young Kev Makes a Stand

Kev writ and wet read this penman's
passion with midnight's celestial breath
dolor of esteemed dedication his finger
followed the locked focus of his sunken
fervor

bright blue rage of his alternate brain
blasting a nasty puppet show on the
pronounced skunkworks of his classically
canted ape-like skull

drove his wife to the gallows himself
wrapped in the fetid fragrance of her
blithe suburban decay, she slept now only
hours slain

only in a warm bed would Kev dare to
keep company with a poet's discordant corpse
his briefs spiraling above them in holy helix
helicopter attaché to the cycling ceiling fan

his innocent hunger raped away from him
words a meal, plenty enough now, he promised
to not move again until the Clintons were
driven from the White House.

TA