by Steven Kenworthy
swallow hard and let me see those jaw muscles.
set another in front of me, affliction,
you weak & squeamish, you sweating
it's too late to say; stay asleep.
dripping silent sorry,you bed wetting
what did I tell you about foxholes.
what did I say about real pleasure.
have you seen the kingdom i call home,
i've surprised you with what i can do
squint my eyes and look down my nose
at you. without judgment;
i take my shower of it
touch my stomach
feel the pressure
feel the definitions
& say no to you
like i always do.
i am faster than you, bigger, stronger
I have ten times more faith
I am going to heaven.
I have a den or two of lions inside of me.
Author's Note: a robot walks into a pool party and everyone is praying
Posted on 04/27/2008
Copyright © 2020 Steven Kenworthy
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Elizabeth Seago on 04/27/08 at 04:27 PM|
"Swallow hard and let me see those jaw muscles." I'm sincerely thiking about clearing everything out of my personal info and just throwing that line in it's place. I love the roughness of this piece. A delicious smoothie of anger and self respect. So often we go crazy when we feel anger against another, and forget our own values. "I have ten times more faith. I am going to heaven" Again, you blow me away. "I have a den or two of lions inside of me" What a bloody fantastic line! Great work, kid. :)
|Posted by A. Paige White on 04/28/08 at 03:29 AM|
This is so awesome. Like Elizabeth, I was captivated by that first line, a jaw clenching writing in the making. You never disappoint and I can't wait to get to work and check out your art! I know my slow dialup would just frustrate me. Fantastic stuff, Worthy. Roar some more!
|Posted by Lauren Singer on 04/28/08 at 05:37 AM|
love that last line doozy.
|Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 04/28/08 at 07:23 PM|
jesus? is that you? (blasphemy aside) you've done it again. i'd like to believe that it takes a lot to impress me. i'd like to believe that i know genius when i read it/see it/interact with it. and every time i read your work i'm left with a sense of feeling as if i have just stumbled onto something sacred, something worthy of a lengthy self life with an embroidered spine and tasseled bookmarks. these are remarkable words.
|Posted by Christina Bruno on 04/29/08 at 03:12 AM|
i love the last line of this poem...i wish i could be you in this poem...your strength is amazing
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/02/08 at 03:51 AM|
Your words leave no doubt - the lions are roaring! Are you measuring physical or spiritual strength here - or do they co-mingle? This is a very focused piece.
|Posted by Ava Blu on 05/04/08 at 02:11 PM|
just another reminder of how freaking fantastic you are.
|Posted by Melanie J Yarbrough on 06/05/08 at 04:34 PM|
the last line kills. nice job