Short Kensington Poems

what a potpourri
mopery and dopery
in Kensington town...

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A single rose was silenced


Floriated chorales resound in Kensington


For Mr. Brian Strand's:
Spaces...

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Seattle to Kensington a short journey indeed

He became experienced through his guitar amp feed

He lived his life like a machine gun

Hey Joe plays little wing, on the third stone from the sun...

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ILLUSIONS



Aloof and heedless, beer glass pushed
Aside with pique and self-pity, he was
Famous among the carved walnut credenzas
And vintage hand-cut Bohemia lead crystal stemware
In the drawing room plays
Of Kensington in his mind.



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On Kensington Avenue, under the railway,
Her stage is a paperboard box.
The sounds of North Philly provide the applause.
Her venue’s the school of hard knocks.
At the drama’s finale, the curtain comes down.
She’d serviced her role like a slave.
Just the tip of the needle, a neat little hole,
But the exit wound gaped like a cave....

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Thailand,
Or Kensington?
Tinfoil from a Kit-Kat,
Tells you that there’s no difference,
Outside,

Cocaine,
Ammonia,
Old Martell miniature,
A Bic lighter; a mound of ash,
Bangkok?

Fly south
Like Garuda,
Drift off to Koh Samui,
A Beach house, Or Council estate?
Who cares?

Wake up,
Burnt down candles,
Landlord on the doorstep
‘Last weeks rent?’ ‘Giro on Thursday…
…Get lost…’...

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Yesterday, in bright sunlight
I turned and looked
No shadow, what a fright
Am I a ghost? So I pinched

Awakening from my dream
At the break of dawn
Getting ready to scream
Instead gave a mighty yawn

I am like Peter Pan in Kensington
Perhaps I left my shadow in bed
Be brave and carry on
Is what I said

Shadow lost and found
To life, I am bound
Yesterday's shadow was on the ground
Sewn on without a sound...

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