Stephen Kilmer Poet Free verse

Bring It On Home

He was a hell of a cook
He could make anything in a bathtub
Brew some **** up put you out of your head
Make you want to worship the devil
And follow the Black King
A spiral in the dirt
A stick in the ground
Naked people dancing around a fire
Trying to spread their wings
Angel whispers in your ear
Might get you killed

Got no family
No place to go
Everyone is a ghost
You just hit a wall
White powder on the coffee table
We don’t have to talk
You’re hurting and real drunk
A.K.A.: lonely and dangerous
Bring it on home
Yeah bring it on home

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Verlena S. Walker February 15, 2014 at 10:46 PM Stephen, I like the flow and this is well verse... Keep doing good poetic works... Verlena Stephen Kilmer February 18, 2014 at 2:50 AM Thank you Verlena, I appreciate your kind words. ~Kilmer

Kathryn Collins February 15, 2014 at 8:48 AM You are scaring me, Kilmer. Stephen Kilmer February 15, 2014 at 11:37 AM No worries. Just having some dark thoughts and being influenced by a movie I saw the other night. I clean and serene....except for a little nip of bourbon now and then. ~Kilmer

Barbara Gorelick February 15, 2014 at 7:35 AM Oh Stephen, I do worry about you...You have such talent and I read this with pride and sadness...Hope you are ok..Im gone for week or so..will check into see what you've written when I get back. BG Stephen Kilmer February 16, 2014 at 9:39 AM Don't worry about me. I am a good man. I may write about crazy stuff but you have to remember I spent 20 years on the road playing music and saw a whole lot of weird stuff and met some less than desirable characters.