Poems from Kenneth Rougeau
i know nothing of nothing, save it's not what we claim it to be. by labeling the non-existant, we cancel out it's lack of being. - 04/05/...
Traveling blindly Through worlds of the bizarre. Graffiti thick on the walls, Some so old that it's bored itself in Becoming part of the...
little madman, call your muse & sing a song tonight. little madman, call our dance & move us left & right. little madman, ...
these lights these sights seen but never noticed... one of them, hidden in plain sight, 20/20 into & out of view, you stare through me...
everything about me is changing, yet here i stand, still me, still mostly who i used to be - just a little older, just a bit more tired of...