Poems from Kenneth Rougeau
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...
Orestes_______ A stranger in the town of my birth, A king in peasant's guise. The darkness, The heat, The incessant buzzing of the air. ...