Sugar

Sugar

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

black tea,
black coffee,
blackness
surrounding
this place
but an unseen
rattlesnake from
another disturbed
mind causes a
momentary break
in the murky,
indifferent bliss
of his fractured
intellect.

red scrubs
mean danger
in the minds
of outsiders,
says the paranoid
Winston Smith
within his skull.

if cowboy logic
and Harlequin
romance novels
could heal a
busted mind.

maybe I should
be pecked to death
in the right thigh
by a Northern
blue jay and
I'll bleed
to death,
or so says
the schizophrenic
doing laps around
the complex.

and that's why
sugar is available
for both coffee and tea.

© 2011 Kenneth The Poet


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brown sugar for me please :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Another fantastic work of writing. Now I must make tea.

Posted 13 Years Ago


A sugar rush filled with imagery and raw rattling words ..
Sugar- the legal speed, over the counter drug that I use as
sparingly as possible but can't resist 75%. Good job, That1G!
GBU


Posted 13 Years Ago


fascinating bit of mind wandering. loved the imagery. well done! :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


you never leave home without your slashing sword, and a little sugar

Posted 13 Years Ago


Sometimes we need to fantasize in order to escape the craziness of this hectic life. A very witty write.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Kenneth The Poet
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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