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Defense Mechanism

By Keith Kennedy

Just try and keep up
You slothsome and loathful pelicans
No way can you outrun a train
My cackling breath beating about your face
Is all you can hope for – or perhaps a sidelong
Shoulder glance filled with comtempt and achievement
But don’t give up – I need an audience to witness this
Astounding, devastating victory


Keith Kennedy is a Pushcart and Rhysling nominated poet working out of Vancouver. Find him on Twitter.

And Lay Dead on the Dry Ground?

By Keith Kennedy

Do I have more in me?
Can I remain forever arrogant
Believing that poetry comes out at the end of my mind?
Or forever pliable to those that tangle my strings
In their fingers?
Must I force myself on another muse?
To collect the tears and distill imagination?
How far am I willing to go for such angry and fickle
Mistresses?

How long before one takes pity – and puts the light to rest?
Will I notice when it’s gone?
Or will I write on, create monuments
Of stone for stone?


Keith Kennedy is a Pushcart and Rhysling nominated poet working out of Vancouver. Find him on Twitter.

Acceptance of a Good Time

By Keith Kennedy

Long lines and lashes
One sided conversations
Smoked lips, dry, haggard, painted
Salty breath, heir to temptation
Yet, angled dress, cut to the level of deniability
And swollen eyes from years of rejection
A dark cocktail, something with sediment
Left over after the sweetness is gone
Little hopes reflected in tear-sheen
Off the street lamps, off the mirror pools
Of the blackened street
Night time, not for decisions, for allowances
Curdled tongues, no longer speaking
Greasy fingers in difficult hair
Wet notes passed to waiting hands
And a silent trip, to dry run ecstasy
Simultaneous remorse, longing, performance
Until the utter emptiness, so easily deflected
Plays roundabout with coy severity
And there’s nothing left but empty eyes
And empty eyes, too frightened to look away


Keith Kennedy is a Pushcart and Rhysling nominated poet working out of Vancouver. Find him on Twitter.

About and Around

By Keith Kennedy

Potency is diminished
By presence of partners
A dead pirate’s date
Naked from the waist and up
A beleaguered solution
That triggers convulsion
Looking about and around inspiration
A call from the battlements
And wars seem forgotten
Though axes and heads still
Meet with a crunch


Keith Kennedy is a Pushcart and Rhysling nominated poet working out of Vancouver. Find him on Twitter.

We Heal

By Keith Kennedy

A glitchtrip slyways
If
Orange ‘Utah Rocks’ sweatshirts
Really exist

One tree, two tree, three tree
Trunk

Who’s entwife did he fuck to
Be emasculated so (his phallus
His entire body)

And traffic, the archenemy
Builds to a magnanimous
Crescendo – while I pass between
Like particles of sand through the wind

And people – yellow vested,
Guarding yellowed investments
Try to situate themselves 
In the hierarchy

To converse – without ulterior motives – 
Is a must – but we fail – the whys
March in and my face reveals my
Disdain

I heal upways – I duckgroove – I
Bring fields to bloom with sunjoy

And I heal – to break – to heal –
One a developing skill – the other –
Man’s innate talent – we break
We break, we break


Keith Kennedy is a Pushcart and Rhysling nominated poet working out of Vancouver. Find him on Twitter.