Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.
Teardrops, raindrops, darkness falls so what?
“I” stand on sidewalk’s edge, begging for roof.
Maybe bread. Maybe blood on sunrise. I rot.
Not like any other night drunk, loud, and aloof.
Hair’s all shiny, combed, and laid right down,
Clothes two days old, but “Johns” have bad eyes.
I feel like four again, laughing, sleeping in gown.
Rolling in the grass on a soft sand, touching sure skies.
Nails red as Sailor’s warning, my last walk, finally here,
A new trick, his shoes click, and I strut my dance.
Oh, what I’d give for French Quarter, sure whispers so clear.
My last walk, and I don’t feel my breath, or foggy trance.
Should name this sidewalk after me, it’s a respectable title
A memory to keep, his broken heart to weep, I am entitled.
One last walk, free and clear, finding no hope here to see,
No tricks, no slicks, no winks, no promises, and no bridle.
© 2020 Kenneth Avery
Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on April 04, 2020:
A most expressive and poignant poem. I hope this finds you well and safe and the sun is shining where you are.
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on March 28, 2020:
Seems to me like one is ready to just give up.
If this be the last time he will breathe he regrets not having someone standing by his side.
Waiting and watching for the end.
Nell Rose from England on March 27, 2020:
A poignant poem, and so appropriate at this time. Take care.
Linda Rogers from Minnesota on March 27, 2020:
Hi Kenneth-Feel the sorrow in the words & life of this hopeless profession. No money in the world is worth selling our bodies and soul. I hope and pray you and your family are healthy & safe during this pandemic. These are incredibly hard times. Glad we have our writing to fill our souls as we quarantine. Blessings my friend.
RoadMonkey on March 27, 2020:
A very sad poem and very mysterious. You could see that in a number of situations, especially at present, with the coronavirus around.
femi from Nigeria on March 27, 2020:
Interesting had to read it twice to understand the essence.
Anya Ali from Rabwah, Pakistan on March 26, 2020:
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on March 26, 2020:
Great work with this poem, Kenneth.