Poems from Kenneth Rougeau

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my eyes only seem to see
We call them to the table set,With wealth built on pixels, screens, and trade,A banquet of algorithms, stocks, and debt,Yet they sneer at...
our fight against everythingis a battle againstanother bad dream,the imagined foewhose shoes we fill. "what we doto the webwe do...
How do you move,or even breathe,with Chekhov's gunpressed to your ribs,knowing youplaced it there yourself,just hoping it won’t misfire?...
I haven'tthe patiencefor passiveaggression;I aimmy barbswith bothprecision& intent. kpr2 9/6/2024 2:38am CT
Sweet Amaryllis,my stunningcrimson flower,pierces her hearttime and againwith pridefuldetermination& a glinting,gilded arrow.How many...

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