Prine

can't sleep,  just listening to Prine

just wasting the night, our given time

what else to do but write down words

random phrases with the nouns and verbs

man dies early due to his stupidity

sitting awake inside limbo and lucidity

days dripping by, slipping away fast

because he threw snake eyes, the die is cast

the outsiders pluck on, pick on with skill

using their skills because they shouldn't be killed

contributing their bits to the world bisque

always taking shots and always taking risks

maybe he should quit this quiet moping

he's just being lazy and that's not coping

people make mistakes and they move on

because, healed or not, time is soon gone

pen some short prose, pen some long verse

press out something that's joyful or terse

life is a game of luck and chance

be glad for the minute happenstance

listen close to DeMent, Crowell and Prine

because this is the only shot, the only time

Reviews

[realmwriter]

That's what I'm talkin about Kenneth. This is sublime.

[roarke]

Some of the best poetry I've read here in quite a while. Yeah man.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thank you, Roarke.