Kenneth has a taste for abstract/prose poetry as well as the comical side of life. 23-years of writing for a newspaper has served him well.
Slithering silently in sunshine, “we” live,
Teeth, fangs two legs, and four
“We” live by night’s ghosts who give
“We” cannot dream nor unlock Life’s Door.
Sliding patiently, stealthy no one to call,
“We” only squeeze, wheeze our meager lives
Crawling miles, clinging to thirst to fall.
Truth to us in a relative life—death does arrive.
Raindrops in slow-motion signaling day is done,
Moonlight’s applause by vermin varmints gaze.
“We” live in danger, methodical madness run.
“We” crawl away tongue stops, ending our days.
April 6, 2020____________________________________________
© 2020 Kenneth Avery