![]() 2:38 AMA Poem by Kenneth The Poet![]() This is what happens when you can't sleep, and you think life has you by the sack.![]()
2:38 AM.
Awake, wide-eyed due to a crying feline in need of attention. And I survey the landscape as liquid atomizers await the day of the cleaning frenzy, whenever that will be. Overtime in the Lilliputian deep freeze can alter a man's perception about the capitalist venture, or maybe that's an excuse that the lesser gender invented to less than impress their better halves. Whatever the case may be, the king of swamp funk covers classics by Credence and Croce and sings somberly about sailing waterways made of concrete. And he wonders where he stands on this earthen plane, besides about five score statute miles south of the partial great circle called seven-squared north. Lost in the night, he could have the handle Ice Drifter if he had the ability to put a fifty-three foot big rig in reverse. And yet, he happily sits before the computer screen, wasting away, wasting time, wasting life, unsure if he should move back to his place of rest. The yawn can't be stifled any longer. Time to rest. © 2011 Kenneth The PoetReviews
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6 Reviews Added on July 15, 2011 Last Updated on July 20, 2011 Author![]() Kenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth 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..Writing
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