kevin mathenia Poet Free verse

It's Been Said, I Never Ran Out

Tip's of Women?

Lounge flushed
In delusion
I plays 
Issues of wear
And weather's are vain 
Tip's of women
Tied entrances
As low as old war
Gushes enter our floor
Isn't hours tasking?
Asnt looming often rooming 
Rooms join dolls bury
Hands praying? So ways say
Papers run in the filled nights
Breaking ideas, counts, verses, checks
On tables and on the mind
City damsels, men aren't rhymes


Okay honey man
Driftwood apartments 
Kevin issues jazz
You accident prone today

Chaska home

I have been behind San Francisco Paris
Says speaks for itself
Fearless abandon
Call on shores
Runned in
Hip at the door

Night the session
Strange moon wander in question
Illusive paints
Harken of tame

Tara I uncover
Repent dowry upon my branch
Eyes drafting midnight
Hourglass tarnish adventures 
Lost rehearsal

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