Poems from Kenneth Rougeau
citrus acidity bringing to mind breakfasts half eaten, coffee warm and dripping down the sides of my porcelain cup in moments of sleepy...
tears fall from my eyes like leaves from the trees in november - 11/15/1995 3:18am - kenneth p rougeau jr
Myself, A festering wound Of maddened insight Slashed into the wrists Of reality. I'm the worm in the bottle, Drinking myself to death. ...
some lonely only child playing hide & seek alone tags her reflection and dances away... she's king of the hill with no one to rule, ...
pulling petals from flowers & praying for passions long past
- 11/14/1995 11:09pm - kenneth p rougeau jr