A Poetry Showcase from petro c.k.

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A Night Full of Consternations

I turn the thermostat 
          down the road to a past 
that's been forgotten 
                       songs mildewed 
              and all that jazz 
                       collection of the horizon 
checking out of this year 
              just another time 
                               burning down
                               to the sea 
A quiet mind fills            
              the empty bed 
              the last summer 
              with the door 
left open 

Mawkish Jaundice 

A week the semester 
       from the depths 
they were the tapestries
        often all the time 
two clouds in the sky
                  a couple in white tunics
                  and the other color is silent 
what do you 

Game of Zero Sums

an oven light 
with the door left open 
for the last hour or two 
blindsided the noesis idea 
and then repeats 
with the door left open 
A red sun into the
yelling at 
referees on TV
with choice phrases

Quietly the Most Recent Time Buggered 

somewhere else unnoticed 
          I have a new ache 
changes to this 
same sunrise 

the hospital in which 
they have not been able to measure 
their existence in the past 
                                     trace the film 
               of a distant echo 

soon to have a break 
pointed to a worm 
                            in a book 
               that has survived many 
centuries of doubt 

                    and that is why 
you should get credit for your eyes contemplating each other over petunias 
and how you feel about your own way 
            to the edge of the floor 
                                     a smoke break 

War Header

missive strikes
the heart of Medusa 
in his throat 
rivers of his heart beat 
at the lowest odds of winning
the mood retreats 
only the eunuch has the ear
of the cozen cognoscenti
their meliorism
embered andante

Twitter @petro_ck

petro c. k. is a temporal being living in the primordial emerald landscape of the Pacific Northwest. His creative life has just only recently included writing, with haiku and other short-form poetry already published in over a dozen journals. In between bouts of existential dread and listening to music that 99% of people find too weird for them, he is working on his first collection of poetry. Influenced by surrealism and dada techniques, the poems presented here have been created in part by using predictive text.

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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