by Steven Kenworthy
like a robot
because your bones are sore.
two three four your steps are slow
march 1 2 3 your birthday is coming up
this years the year to fix up
the new design just in
i love your crooked dance
like a slow techno beat in slow motion
take your time in getting dried
i know your heart is strong
white and red
take a spin in
paper i’ve built you this plane
ten thousand to none
so few come here to walk up the aisles,
don’t get wet
Author's Note: i don't expect anyone to like this, but i do. the astronauts do too
Posted on 10/08/2009
Copyright © 2020 Steven Kenworthy
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 10/20/09 at 05:17 AM|
i'm an astronaut.
|Posted by Ava Blu on 10/24/09 at 03:46 AM|
pfft. as i told you via PM, i LOVE this. how could anyone not?
|Posted by Laurie Blum on 10/24/09 at 03:58 PM|
I agree... I throughly enjoyed this! The personal SK style always comes through in your poetry. I am always encouraged by your writing.
|Posted by Tony Whitaker on 10/26/09 at 04:44 AM|
I would suggest not critiquing your own work as this one is, in my humble and most unqualified opinion, is , although still an original and wonderful write, better than your"...airlines" poem. Great piece.