Kenneth.
Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 1:41 pm
From my house to the end of the street
Is a journey, four front yards, three fences
And two bus stops away from here lived Kenneth.
Now Kenneth, he’d always say
“I once watched my mother die on this lawn”
You should have seen her, hair laced with tulips
She smelt like the roses Kenneth would say.
Since age eight, Kenneth was told
“Keep on the grass” so there were days you could
Find him along side to the drive way.
sitting next to his mother learning to grow.
The two… Were perfect,
She! Was fucking gorgeous!
Eyes as brown as the earth, her beauty
Stretched for miles!
Now Kenneth he’d repeat over and over.
“I’ve seen my mother cut deep,
Any man from any world would have rolled
Over and died by now if forced to bare
The weight of the sky like she did”
The same way Kenneth learned to lay in his
Nurture’s arms is the same way Kenneth
Learned to respect the weight she bore.
He…Lliterally feed off it.
The sun setting in the view of his outstretched arms,
Reaching like he’s never reached before.
As if grabbing the source of his mother will somehow
Bring her BACK… Kenneth needs to learn.
So after years of standing still, two tattoos later,
Initials painted like love across his heart.
Kenneth realized maybe there are things to die for,
perhaps this life is a result of death.
With that Kenneth learned to smile as he watched
His mother multiply and replenish the earth.
It was then Kenneth learned to accept the inevitable
Remove his bark and crawl to the stars.
His mother, she smelt like the sun. Wore stars as eyes
Her lips stretched like clouds. she spoke to me…
She said …
“My son he’s not dead.
He lives four front yards, three fences,
And two bus stops away from here.
You should see him,
He stands as tall as trees, my son!
He’s our everything.”
Is a journey, four front yards, three fences
And two bus stops away from here lived Kenneth.
Now Kenneth, he’d always say
“I once watched my mother die on this lawn”
You should have seen her, hair laced with tulips
She smelt like the roses Kenneth would say.
Since age eight, Kenneth was told
“Keep on the grass” so there were days you could
Find him along side to the drive way.
sitting next to his mother learning to grow.
The two… Were perfect,
She! Was fucking gorgeous!
Eyes as brown as the earth, her beauty
Stretched for miles!
Now Kenneth he’d repeat over and over.
“I’ve seen my mother cut deep,
Any man from any world would have rolled
Over and died by now if forced to bare
The weight of the sky like she did”
The same way Kenneth learned to lay in his
Nurture’s arms is the same way Kenneth
Learned to respect the weight she bore.
He…Lliterally feed off it.
The sun setting in the view of his outstretched arms,
Reaching like he’s never reached before.
As if grabbing the source of his mother will somehow
Bring her BACK… Kenneth needs to learn.
So after years of standing still, two tattoos later,
Initials painted like love across his heart.
Kenneth realized maybe there are things to die for,
perhaps this life is a result of death.
With that Kenneth learned to smile as he watched
His mother multiply and replenish the earth.
It was then Kenneth learned to accept the inevitable
Remove his bark and crawl to the stars.
His mother, she smelt like the sun. Wore stars as eyes
Her lips stretched like clouds. she spoke to me…
She said …
“My son he’s not dead.
He lives four front yards, three fences,
And two bus stops away from here.
You should see him,
He stands as tall as trees, my son!
He’s our everything.”