Pinball

Pinball

A Chapter by Kenneth The Poet

The one who could hold
back water plays pinball with
sardine traffic since
self-control behind the wheel
is division by zero.

Not exactly a wizard
like the band who sucks
at Cincinnati crowd control,
a live wire along
a curve for dead men.


© 2012 Kenneth The Poet


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Pure smartass dynamite. BAM! Just puts the cards on the table, and dares you to answer. good stuff....as usual. You're a kick-a*s poetry factory.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Someone a bad driver, here?

Posted 12 Years Ago


you really make the words zing and ping while you rack up the points

Posted 12 Years Ago


Where I live at...we have a road called "dead man's curve", your poem made me think about this. Many died losing self-control on this road. Enigmatic are your words...but it created thought within me. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 12 Years Ago


'a live wire along
a curve for dead men.'

great ending. i can just imagine pinball in the traffic, that busy morning rush hour- your throats on the mirror cut, cashed and dried...



Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on October 26, 2011
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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..

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