Dead Poet’s Society fan art
Dead Poet’s Society fan art
Bob Dylan and Allen Ginsberg at Jack Kerouac’s Grave.
I’d tap that!
Poet’s Korner
bird feeder pole
bent with weight of sunflower
seeds in gray ice storm
Everything is RED
Ice’s fingers creep
across the gray windowpane
THROAT PUNCHED WHILE YOU SLEEP!
The brain…
Just a boy
Headache
Dendrites on parade
Unsheath their myelin-
They stomp, free and naked.
Axons on fire
Taunted higher and higher
By their screams and
Clangs of their Golgi gongs –
Bending and stretching their electric filaments
To new, distorted levels
Like Jimi Hendrix with an amp that goes up to eleven.
All this feedback and noise
Acts as apoplectic alchemy
Turning my brain to lead-
Cold and heavy behind my eyes.
-RKK