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by Steven Kenworthy
my skin is sliding off on the rope of the edge of the lookout. hands ripped away; from,
you are sunrise sensation
sunslipped dream
shining hard on wakeups
sleep inns lookovers
instruments blazing, thronesque setting laying.
look,
the castle's King never said I love you would be enough for now. trust. love,
did you leave the sheep and clouds alone
this time?
what's that you say?
the rest is not essential if the breaths can fall together
& meet later,
believer.
ceiling peeled
cinematic,
theatric i cannot remember.
who is taking the sample photos?
camera camera,
camera camera,
capture us
other young talents may run and shy, the nights.
i want to be where the lights are brights & not in front of heavy cars.
color copy this into fields of predictions. make captions.
it will never be black &white, clock interfaces from Visions ring& chime,
"don't worry so much of the hour or minutes, small future towns or things."
amen camera camera do you do mornings, digital & retouching?
my a.m. expression has been the worst, making little sense. of pennies
my important hair represents a quarter of the mess on my head.
now it's one less preparing for the next twentyfour on the way until,
until
eleven 10, 9,eight,7,6,5, 4, 3,2 believers or so
that's the first time.
that's the second time
the fourth time you have to put pictures all over and hold on.
10/22/2007 Author's Note: pray for something.
find all three of my books @ amazon.com.
Posted on 10/22/2007
Copyright © 2024 Steven Kenworthy
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/22/07 at 06:17 PM you make the whole world your bedroom, visions captured and captioned from every castle turret, the sheets miles long and wave cloudlike fitting to form...I've "sunslipped" and "hold on" until.... (lulu here I come) |
| Posted by Elizabeth Seago on 10/24/07 at 12:58 AM "the castle’s King never said I love you would be enough for now."
That line shook the foundation of this poem in the best way. I also love the author's note. I have forgotten how much I missed your writing, Mr. Kenworthy. "i want to be where the lights are brights & not in front of heavy cars." - yet another thought provoking line. I want to be in this place, too. When you find it, let me know. As always, great read. I love the magical rides your pieces always provide. My head is still swirling in some interstellar galaxy. |
| Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 10/24/07 at 05:55 PM i'm at a loss for words. you stole them all and turned them into something visually, emotionally, psychologically astounding. you have impressed me yet again. it is always a pleasure to read your work. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 03/13/08 at 02:59 AM "my important hair represents a quarter of the mess on my head." This is so funny and so deep. Each one counted and important and all the same not important at all compared to other messes on our heads. Love it. |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 05/21/08 at 12:25 AM your book is fabulous and so are you |
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