Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
tonight we gather
to mark a
commencement day

four decades on
from a late June
afternoon

exchanging
embraces and
bon voyage wishes

departing a grand
chandeliered Rivoli
embarcadero

bound
to glorious
destinations

our bold sails
welling with
youthful
exuberance
in pursuit of
dreams
and intrepid
endeavors

our life
journeys
are blessed
with rich
abundance,
the grace of
challenge and
the gift of days

this evening
as we reconnect
to share the joys
and wisdom gleaned
from well lived lives
we will also celebrate
in multicolored splendor
the lives of classmates
who have commenced
journeys to other
destinations

though their
earthly sojourn
is complete
passed friends
remain alive
in our memory

surely the spirits
of the beloved
will walk this
room tonight

forever young
their quiet presence
will gently touch
tender hearts

they’ll appear
as they once looked
on their finest day

and as we relive
the bits of our lives
we shared with
one another

we may feel
the grasp of a
warm hand
as we once did
during that
snowy evening
west end walk

we’ll dance with them again
around Tamblyn Field bonfires
gyrating in a shared
ecstatic ebullience

we’ll applaud most likely
to succeed lives
most beautiful smiles
and crack up
to the hilarity of
class clown jokes

we’ll taste the kiss
of an after dark
Lincoln Park
rendezvous

groove to the
rock steady
beat of a
bad company tune  

we’ll submerge again
in a Yellow Submarine
to embark on an epic
Greenwich Village
journey

we’ll roll down
the shore on old
Thunder Road
windows open
hair blowin
radio blastin

we’ll taste the sweet sip
of Cherry Cokes
and Root Beer floats
at Roadrunners

chasing lost love salty tears
spilled over ***** upperclass home boys
and the soft blush sentiment of a
first French kiss

wouldn't it be nice
to swoon to the
fantasy and
winsome yearnings
of favorite
summer songs

filling our head’s
with mind
blowing collages
starring
team mates
drama club
second takes
heady chess club
checkmates

we’ll marvel at the disruption of
premillennial breakthrough science projects
created by pocket protected slide ruling
entrepreneurial math wizards

we'll recall droll gossip
by drab hall lockers
dim gym showers
awkward dances
Yippie people power

patriotic assemblies
cool sharp dressers
right on brother
Que Pasa lil sista

rock and roll album covers
Simon and Garfunkel poetics
Go Go Boots kickin
FM radio psychedelics

Midnight Confessions
emphatically blared
from the cafeteria jukebox
Civil Rights, Earth Day
and righteous
anti war activism

tribes of hoods, Ra’s,
jocks, artistes and tie dye hippies
everything is groovy
lets get a sandwich at Ernie’s

first carnal explorations
Moody Blue Tuesday trysts
man could she speak German
boy do I dig her dress

we did hard time together
at split session detention centers
ate chocolate chip cookies
cracked up to Mr. Thomas’s
Ides of March tragedy

took first tokes and
sips of Boones Farm
we partied hard
and did no harm

admired academic brainiacs
and the civic commitment
of student govie reps
shut down the gubmint
was never a threat 

basketball rumbles
Bulldog football
**** Ludwig soccer teams
nimble cheerleaders

leggy majorettes
kick *** marching band fanfares
compelling masquer presentments
Park Avenue wayfarers

they were
crew mates
on The Soul Boat
rode shotgun
to Midnight Rambler
Doobie Concerts

cruised hard in
the Root Hog
Rat Raced Louie
in tiny white Pintos

we booked
many a mile
with our lost
friends

on the road to
this evening

authoring
volumes of
fabled odysseys
and fantastic
recollections

their stories
are our stories
telling our stories
keeps them alive

some may say
gone too soon
but the measure of
a well lived life
is not counted
in days, nor
accomplishments

but how one has loved
and how much one was loved

quietly there
always with us
forever to be
a wholesome
part of us

as the brothers
from Cooley High
would say

lets tip a sip
for the brothers
and sisters who
ain’t here….

God bless
Godspeed
enjoy the evening
vaya con dios mis amigos

Music Selection:
Pat Metheny
Mas Alla


RHS 74
Class Reunion
Elks Club
Rutherford
11/29/14
steel
oil
engineering
labor
converge
round a
Rocket 88
dead man’s
curve

prescient
precocious
capitalists
concoct
Edsels
Vegas
Che­velles

leaping
Impalas
leak
oil
staining
every
American
driveway

Pintos
chase
Gremlins
across
The Great Plains
gassing up
at
Rt 66
fillin
stations

scramblin
Midnight
Ramblers
detour to
take refuge
with Goats in
Big Sky
Indian
garages

440
Mustangs
nip
327
Stingrays
and
Mach IV
Cobras
get
snake bit
by Dart
wielding
Mopar
muscle
cars

long fins
chrome bumpers
and round fenders
still get bent in
Havana

but

Motor City is broke
nations outta gas
whole **** country
needs an overhaul

Ike Turner/Jackie Brenston: Rocket 88

Nelson Riddle: Route 66

7/19/13
Oakland
jbm
John F McCullagh Jun 2013
A cowboy in love with his horse
was convinced they should marry, of course.
They’d spent quality time roping cattle
And he was happiest when in the saddle.
“Love is Love, the high court has opined,
So why should folks deny me mine!”
The neighborhood blondes he found silly,
So he went for long rides with the fillies.
While he flirted with Pintos and Roans,
the Palomino he loved as his own.
Such idylls they spend in the bower
That he threw her a nice bridle shower.
He rented a barn as the hall
and invited his friends one and all.
While Mendelssohn is favored by most
He chose the “Call to the Post”
For their first dance he hoped they could play
“The Run for the Roses” that day.
All his plans came to naught, sad to say
When the love of his life answered” Neigh”
If an animal is your “one and only”
Better make it a sheep, not a pony!
Sad, I hear this bride ran off with some Polo Pony.
am i ee Sep 2015
Pay attention!
rap rap
said the big fat bus,
with the big fat bootay.

i say
i have something
to say
to you!

a wee bit of advice to you
you so sweet
young lasses
out and about
on hot summer nights
in camaros
and vans
and pintos
and mustangs.
and mom's
station wagon's.



# 1
when that eager
young lad's hands
are a crawlin' all over
you.

yes YOU missy,
your sweet nubile
young territory,

the time will come
when you shall
want all these
shennanigans to
STOP!

so i give to thee
some wee
words of advice.

#2
Be firm with your delivery.
Do not waver.
Strong even voice,
increase volume if
necessary.

to the
Kind sir,
the,
young lad..

say!

i do not beg you,
i command thee ...
be sure to understand!
keep those roving
hands to thyself.

for you can
rest assured,

this playground is closed!

this is a no nookey zone!

#3
blue *****,
you claim,
they are a ailing you?

for you i give
this sound advice,

say!
introduce yourself
to your right hand,

and ifn' you be a wantin'
a menage eh of three,

invite
your,
left hand
to
come along!

#4
Be firm and be sure,
you are sitting on
a sacred fortune of gold,
don't let them
miners be gropin'
around,
be a gropin'
you.

it is only for you
to sacredly unfold
your divine
femininin-ess.

if you want to do it,
do it...
but search your heart long before you do.  
at least think you are in love
before taking the plunge.

first loves are sweet
and last long
in hidden recesses of
mysterious minds.

take your time,
30 and more,
is the age
we big fat busses
with big fat yellow bootays
come into our own.

no rush.
nowhere to go.
all the time in the world to get there.
there is,
i assure you,
no rush.
rick Nov 2024
words that hang like shutters
from broken hinges.

words that hover like nurses
after surgery.

words that splatter like
thin remorse.

I heave with sickness
when they arrive.

I spring with ebullience
when they leave the ** dunk
parts of my mind.

these words
these ******* words
that show up in Pontiacs,
in Plymouths, in Pintos

these nonsensical,
satirical,
antiquated words.

they charge at you
like a dead bovine
swinging from a meat hook.

they crawl towards you
like a silverfish
out of the sink drain.

they creep up on you
like an old ***
rattling a change cup.

why? I ask myself.

why does this happen?

I don’t want this kind of ailment;
give me
bee stings
or bedsores
or steam burns
but not these words,

these words that linger like shingles
across the ribcage of burning torment.

I pray without ceasing
towards a signified God.

I pray for simple sacrifice;

I want suicide rather than poetry.
I want a cow without milk.
I want a statue without structure.
I want a woman without grace.

I can feel the floodgates opening soon
and I think I’m going to puke my guts
out all over this page again.
Al ruso Pipkin y al judío Levy,
al lusitano Pintos, a Goñi el español
y al que escribe, hijo audaz de Buenos Aires,
vednos en fraternal conversación.

Máscara de oro nos ha puesto a todos,
sobre la misma tierra, el mismo sol.
Mike Hauser Feb 2016
What's a simple man like me
Doing in this part of town
Especially at a time like this
When the sun is going down

I crank my Barry Manilow
Up on my cassette deck radio
Letting all the boys round here know
That I'm down with the sound and flow

That's when this old rusty Ford
Creaks up to the light
His girlfriend turns and gives a wink
And a great big green teeth smile

I get the notion then and there
That he's the jealous type
As he spits a wade of tobacco juice
All over my Pintos driver side

Steps down from his conglomerate
Lumbers over to me
The kids in school are sure to hear of this
As I'll soon be history

Roughly pulls me out the window
Shaking me off like a bad habit
Saw my life flash before my eyes
Luckily I had enough sense to reach out and grab it

Just then he catches the music
That's now playing loud and clear
Turns with a look plastered to his face
Asking who is that he hears

I tell him Barry Manilow
He's the one who writes the songs
Just then he starts a-humming
If he knew the words he'd sing along

His girlfriend calls up all their friends
Who quickly show up to the scene
Looks like we got us a Copacabana
With the lights flashing from red to yellow to green

It all came to a ******
As Barry, Mandy sang
There wasn't a dry eye on the street that night
As I quickly saddled my Pinto and drove away

I let out a huge sigh of relief
As I sped through all the lights
With "Looks Like We Made It" blasting through the stereo
Thanking Barry Manilow, once again for saving my life
Pintos and cornbread with a dab of pepper jelly
Walt Whitman poetry from a favorite chair
Hazelnut coffee with rousing jazz guitar ,
eating Manzanilla olives straight out of the jar
Rhyme and verse , raising the daily bar of affection
for Mary Ellen , walking the wood-line at night
"Chillin' in the vehicle of quietude*" ....
Copyright October 1 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson *All Rights Reserved
The Fire Burns Aug 2017
Chicken, fried,
and collard greens,
with bacon and onions,
a pinch of sugar and salt.

Sweet Tea,
brewing in the sun,
and homemade pies cooling,
in the springtimes window.

The smell of cornbread,
baking up golden crisp,
buttered and honeyed,
a *** of pintos bubbling.

Children run and play
in their Sunday's best,
while mother's fuss,
about not getting *****.

Ham, and blackeyed peas,
green and congealed salads,
all brought out,
red and white checked cloth.

Sunday lunchtimes,
after church,
potlucks of yore,
I miss the desserts.
Jazmin pintos Apr 30
Te vi y sentí que me viste, o capaz tan solo fue una mala jugada de mi subconsciencia. queriendo ser reconocida como un: "Te vi" o "Sé quién sos " o tan solo una mirada que me diga "Te reconozco". Porque viéndote con ella y pensar que en un momento me la negaste. Eso me hace pensar que no la amas del todo. Puede ser mi pensamiento erróneo, y que mi razonamiento busque respuestas ilógicas para sacar dudas inconclusas. Yo sé que las sensaciones que viví no fueron recíprocas. Pero amaba cómo me hacías sentir viva con tan solo una mirada o con la mínima respuesta, gestos o reconocimiento, con tan solo esa mirada que me detenía el tiempo. Amaba y amo tus ojos por cómo me hacen sentir que sigo viva. Cuando te volví a ver, me hiciste sentir que dolorosamente estaba viva. La vida me hizo creer que, a veces, para sentirse vivos, algo tiene que doler, como que la sensación tiene que ser lo más humana y sensata posible. El que ama no siempre es el que recibe o al que aman. El amor nos hace ser ilógicos, insensatos; por eso amamos sin límites, porque la lógica en el amor no existe. A veces el que es oyente no siempre habla porque prefiere callar por el miedo al que dirá el corazón. El amor por más que no sea recíproco es hermoso de todas las maneras posibles. Por más de no ser recíproco, no cambia el hecho de que el amor no es hermoso. Y eso me hizo reconocer de lo mucho que puedo sentir y amar a una persona no correspondida. A pesar de mi amor volátil, siempre serás ese polen en la primavera que siempre va estar, pero a veces hace mal.
tt:jazmin pintos
Jazmin pintos Apr 30
Llora mi corazón y tú no estás; aunque seas el culpable de mi dolor, solo te necesito a ti. Duele y mucho despertar y ver que ya no estás. Te sueño y deseo volver a ese lugar donde nos mirábamos para no soltar el amor y las ganas de no cortar. Veo esa lluvia caer y me lleva a esa tarde de invierno; sentados abajo del sol, con el brillo de tus ojos iluminaste mi corazón. Como la cantidad de estrellas que hay en el universo, como la cantidad de gotas que caen de la lluvia, como la cantidad de besos y como la cantidad de versos que me diste para enamorarme, infinitas veces te amaré.
tt:jazmin pintos
kevin Sep 22
An anonymous night alone
An ominous affair with loss
After forgetting to find
Your one true loss
The spirit won't visit your beds
You offend forgiveness
Anonymously sold away

I'm more popular
How I'm more popular
Than a breastplate
Under handing
A woman's told
Wild precipice as hummingbird
Canvas over ointments
Pigmenting furnaces tender death
Hold, call
Relent
want to
In I don't know
How I feel about this yet
Ecliptic confluence
Vector wrapping marbled me
Strings pulled
As for waves resent my distance
A populating Forrest heaves unjust
Hearing you from where I won't sing
Giving you that time

I gots scotched once
My coffee has cream and sugars
I'm ready she wants to read
This experience

Tell yourselves about an Irish Mardi gras

Thankless Taryn Manning's disposals of ink

Asiago village cheese
Pinto beans
Bagel remove asiago cheese chip
Spread the meat of pintos
Breakfast snack taste

Then reviewing Gregory Hines white nights
In softer giving
Longing to learn
Staying forever
Nothing proves the wars real
kevin 4d
Assuaging Guilt
Late is a work I wasn't afford today.
Approach my steam he cried
Beyond wound
Lap I did not hear nor see


Been home against
Climbing the couriers town hall
In forgiveness
Letting the bridge draw upon another man's labor day

Josey Boy loses the Broadcasting Run
Less of more in your bravado Josey



//////////////&&&&&&&&""""""""""""""§§§§§§§§§§§

Assuaging Guilt
Late is a work I wasn't afford today.
Approach my steam he cried
Beyond wound
Lap I did not hear nor see


Been home against
Climbing the couriers town hall
In forgiveness
Letting the bridge draw upon another man's labor day

#vcpublicdefender #nypd #lapdhq #lapdcentral #iamwesmoore #repbrownley #repcarbajal #congressmansherman #repjasmine #nyse
#vcpublicdefender #nypd #lapdhq #lapdcentral #iamwesmoore #repbrownley #repcarbajal #congressmansherman #repjasmine #nyse

∆∆∆∆∆∆ππππππππ¢£££¢££££££¢¢£¢£¢£¢¥¥¥¥



As Five Remorses
In Hand
No Further
He suffers willingly
To find your lesson
Often times in pain, lent.    Remain
When un lent meditation, finish school.

Her finish was five Psalms of bread, wouldn't shawl

For 5 days alone he dwelled on his matter
While the state watched, again.
His remains of our plethora came out upon our stone walkway, and we committed to our crimes, spending his treasure against ourselves.

This is his morning in Thousand Oaks California.

I am a request of Justice of the Peace.

Being directed is a crime of silence.


Missing Eva Green

©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©©

                               ­ Jennifer

Some Like It Hot?
Don't, Wild blue child
Speak of how me now, again
Window, no

Around the case stairs
Now you winde up Brewster New York Cats

A Jack A Black A Parlour A Piano

Mr and Mrs Constance the Gardner

Hat Tapping

Tara Gendron

Kevin Mathenia

Holiday!


Window! No?
Under Pressure
A Ballerina Talls The Fiction As Dawning

Till Christmas Pass Designs Nighttime Blank
Lose Me Fare
Mark Me Often
Take Me


Turn About
“My Life As A Coatrack”

I Own No City, Hear
Shed Another Seasons Remorse
It’ll Never Work Out In Time

As a better bet on that parkway,
Mystery Linda Diaz had to, Stop crying for it
Loves been had in a bankers roll doll
Give us some danced up, on blues
Enter a rhythm outside of the castles crimes
Hiding us for ten lost years!



The session stand don't know about
Obstinate fellas, waffles in ten
I'd rather I didn't, yet, you called



Country Sue Anne 3 minds of roll, ink out the door and a rolledex in ear lobes!

Says the press powers, We Collapsed in Brass!

Jack Black and Kevin Reporting









She spent behind the city
    Haunted veranda of Sicily
Her mother's sister?
       Had she forgotten to write since?
The first daughter away from Italy
       Before her mystery in burdens named as foreign

The behaviour paused and absent faces
     The mimes of her part
Spoke finish of him in passing

I am foreign

She beguiles the pages from after I've relented
Traitor of soil

Today the geese wain
    Her gathering, florescent hateful summers
Defiance of shelter
    Mooring my vessels in war
Grand questions of my ability to remain

Remaking our affairs
  Her story?
      Mute

Ink, mine


American Jazz
American Jazz
Jails
Slaves
Waves at freedom
She at the door, too forgetful
Bothersome Invention war is
This is a far as a sound
As nearest minds kindly borrow
Works flat
And out the door
Slaves in jails
Forward my ship
On top and on back
Waters a ways to work
Laddles become hospitals
Without spoons
Only the together people
Lift down the cloths
Aprons run in country
We ain't had enough
Jails yet

This is beautiful

Your from that porcelain city
I'm New York poetry too
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025

Dedicated to Adrien Brody

Adrien I'm rapping with Rupi
Thank You

Fide et Amore
Irish American Poetry
And Plays
For a Random House
Of Representatives

Currently writing around
Linda Diaz's tip jars


Tip Jars and Squares Poem 1

Mr. Fox
Mr. Rogan
Mr. Tyson

Squares are notes we owe

Mr. Galifianakis tickle the bourbons for it tonight


Sands hunt up a clarinet



In an Article
Building top
Walking while home goes around
Doorway sop
Whenever she won't stay
Making out in another part of me
Counting stands
Selling tombs down to hell as we
Fall apart
Torn numbers, towers
Calling hiding hours
Hate filled seconds from the soars
Feelings lost in gardens I couldn't afford
This angry tower isn't hiding
It's my way in outsiding
Leaving everyone dead
Your wars and shops attacked the bed
When does the bottle ever warm
Why doesn't rain carry more
Because I'm running out of blues
I'd rather have a nights last fuse
Turning off memories wild that way
I won't learn
Down in the street I hate to burn
Yesterday hasn't made it
Now it's another page I'm free
Free to stop the reading meters walking
Riding on the back of a child trying to cry
Every mournings different in my rain
I step out
Outside of all the noise
Last time she thought she could afford
Touching mes a worthless missing, door

Typewriters on the floor
I've gotta make it back to her shores
She won't lend me the hands
Its me verses spirits I can't stand

That's the room I'll never halve

Loves a left behind place Paris

I have one hot cup of coffee and a night to be



What It's Like
What It's Like
Don't be cool
Hate aloof
Cliche Spending is slow reading headlines
Lettings, yourself conceited
I wouldn't encourage feelings if me
Just raising the literacy rates
With Irish American letters is all time

But,  I'm somewhere at
Unstable and content
Introverting caution
Lived from wars before my own ink

Extroversion is an extra paragraph
NoTreasury department extortion
On copy desk before rents talked about

In the newspaper
You exist
As an exit
Misnomers a banking poetry song
Calculates make wedding vows
Acquire before you lives and skip

Thousand Oaks California is based
On thoughts of being poor
Building affordable welfare support

Pet Shop Boys
Watching model prisoner chicks
Who become victims of war ignorance
Unable to
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025



Without her
Voice without challenge hear
Here in city descriptions fears
As alone as hymnal
Founder often eaves.

Pole yearning lent
Brightly sadly sate

Carol as tall waltzing banging pots
Partly in the reading den
Party always misused


Truer Days

As cloch na cuimhne síolraíonn an todhchaí” (“From the stone of memory the future springs forth”). Photo by Pádraig Ó Tuama

As clash naught commenced
Sorority and togetherness



Docile Does Defeat
Docile Does Defeat

Feathered wide
Apart as stride
Tipping blooms
Cautious feud
Disabled pollens
Meeting mew
Brewing nets
Callous frets collisions
Darkest reflections take


Girls as opposite digression
Meeting in the shopping mid days regret
Offering from the alcove
Two join the rivers nile

Now as understood
Please stop describing


So she
So we
Leaving a gentleman's wars
Yet his bounty as Arch
Lurking counting ount
Ount we naught blemish friendship
Needn't favors currency tarnish
A spouse yet doubt
Lingering dowry in ounce



Sanctum
OfLumox and lush
Louse and pilfered ******
Tiffs usage and spent upon
Failures smiles acrid laughter albatrosses
Black lacquers frames oft walked
Nascent snouts
Corrections endless encounter
Bedmates watering wells
Filthed cloths arrival again
Lovers brail


A World in Debt
Paved astray
Columbus roads into a pit
Socks from different angles
Yearly carols finding less rains in reason
Crowning the child's redemptions
Building another flat surface to,
Reject the beginning
Stay moving still
And curate less love
Outing all wisdom
In another's mind



Her Own Holy Ghost
Reaction
Despair
To a faithless creature
Unaware
Returning supplicant ration
Nectars remorse
In violet reduction
Her prayers read still again


I'm more popular
How I'm more popular
Than a breastplate
Under handing
A woman's told
Wild precipice as hummingbird
Canvas over ointments
Pigmenting furnaces tender death
Hold, call
Relent



Anonymous
An anonymous night alone
An ominous affair with loss
After forgetting to find
Your one true loss
The spirit won't visit your beds
You offend forgiveness
Anonymously sold away

I'm more popular
How I'm more popular
Than a breastplate
Under handing
A woman's told
Wild precipice as hummingbird
Canvas over ointments
Pigmenting furnaces tender death
Hold, call
Relent
want to
In I don't know
How I feel about this yet
Ecliptic confluence
Vector wrapping marbled me
Strings pulled
As for waves resent my distance
A populating Forrest heaves unjust
Hearing you from where I won't sing
Giving you that time

I gots scotched once
My coffee has cream and sugars
I'm ready she wants to read
This experience

Tell yourselves about an Irish Mardi gras

Thankless Taryn Manning's disposals of ink

Asiago village cheese
Pinto beans
Bagel remove asiago cheese chip
Spread the meat of pintos
Breakfast snack taste

Then reviewing Gregory Hines white nights
In softer giving
Longing to learn
Staying forever
Nothing proves the wars real



Erie, my Stolen Babel
Erie, my Stolen Babel
I write to the minds of naive
Honors of boring bathe
Less understanding than homage
Exactly exceptions students
Lackey of Britain
None request competent understanding
For my illusive quill, as Elizabethian
Mastering forms above fragile doe

Pleasing peasants groveling
Yes again I am this of betters
Swelling satisfaction
American Irish Jazz Women
Nubility afar
Daring silence
Squandered Scottish flem

Welfare is costly to my crown
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025


The women won't be curdled
20 years in the college
Mistress lost in Japan
How'd you get where?


Outside the in way
Do you rent me why I cry for then


When L.A longs true
Patterns of obstruction
Brass cut white notes
Daring war down stairs


Outside the in way
Do you rent me why I cry for then


Liberty Vacancy
The cabinet reflects
Against my home in tall
Another's passage
Random poise of letters
Upbringings ending caught
To waltz is to salute
Or in abandon of slavery
Liberating the massage of again
Fervor lies quietly
Loudly defining your sanity
Pitch of news
Correction refused
Pace as normal
Exit small
Restart your pole position
Trust the system is all paid in your speech
Unemployment or ******
Whos in line behind them?


Convinced this place is valuable
That suicide is only money
When laughter is

Social work splits the tab
And the rent
Its always us or them




Meeting Frenchie Twice

Winter Best
Had you grabbed
     His winter Best
  Sadly play
     Along work in time

Hadn't may gone to say
    In no time flat, near that pad
       Taking orders

  Fill me in, doll, when's the dance
       dead romance
            spin my world

    Watching news justice in the print
         Four days a month
             Where he goes
     God only knows
           While he plays
               On my nerves
        Down the hall
           Dastardly fine by signs

     Coming down
        Before my blues
    Get misused
          
      Christmas pals, to the end
           Eggs and toast, all the don'ts
      Pave my rent
          On the house
        Lives out of ink

       Please have mine

Nothing in a good name
        For now
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025




Chicago Meaning
Child's right
Dig deeper
Double my times
Let's re record the lunch
In pale armors defeat
We didn't meet
On the way
Up to say
Rivets weren't good
Irish dots the i's
Give it a try

Tribunes a news we can teach
Get us a job

Where ya been Irish?
Nowheres run

Horrible encouraging corporate cadets

Troubles thoughts on a boss
Crime syndicated
You done it


I left all my land in Texas to play at ya
How ya do it Los Angeles?

Oil Dames
Waining Gams
Geese Soup
New York Paint Stations


Recession
Humidity escapes
And escalates our depression, great
Outside long in a short sighted
Turn around no foundry
Apps development
In hours estates recondition
Appointment
Article
Confine dis
Logic
Dissuaded witness
Head no innocence
We the people of poverty
In atonement

Assembly Member Irwin
I declare this state insolvent

Mayor Karen, the first article?
Suppose print


Barack?
Do you think about me now?

Sub strate
My lithographed pass
Miracle on the 1:40 train
I can still
Make it to work

Very large scale integrated circuit
Ultra low fire
Very high fire capacity
As buffer
To emit
Photo


It's in the low ways
  That she's a drag
    As it's in the causeways
We shallow as raft
    Drafts happened to dolls before
Before we get bored
    Shams delicate
Corrections absurd
    Will tire endlessly
Supposing ourselves elsewhere
  In the midst of all opposites
Another pushers sted we won't hide
  Hurried eyes alert passengers
We hurried before
   Ounce I have left and ounce you have naught
        Speechless day
            Frought memory
                 Hold comfortably
                     Until a warming sound
   Another's son is boring hither



Veranda Bombs
Veranda Bombs

Read as Heading per Naval incident
"Now This!"
"Now This!"


As paragraph goes out of style
"Sue Anne the stars won't gather."

Veranda pan up too you
"Waking to a World in Peril?"
"Hopefully big things to come in our report"

Tell 'em what? Country

Special effects guys live on the trolley.
Tatas? Tatas.News?Tons.Coffee? Sugar? Happening


My brothers and I fill all branches
As peace will fill our wells
Vessels at ports
Our captains your tact
We weren't raised for better days
Yet we fill the nights with our cause
Irish American military officers assist
All locations on earth



Chicago
If You? Do Me!

They can get checked on!
Speak with it, don't press off!
Knowing trust lives around a bus
Terms this ride let's you rip off?
Irish

Window know

Threw your ears around
To come in late
Leaning eaves
Learning stairs
Because it stars
See it silver
Deliver it's me

Travis the darker my train
Dearest subway
Overt threatening arrival

Travis performance
A private visit
Off the road
Santa Barbara
Circa Jazz

Paris?

Canary yellow wings of warmth
Devastated Stencil consent to defeat
Around a body in water

Common and Kevin year 3

I'm from porcelain city too

What do you think there Prince?

I'm a private man Paris
I ask your brothers first

Empty morning hike to Westlake Village
Refried Pinto beans
Bread roll rations
Signature sparce pepperoni purchase money
Dry the hampers sound down

And noodles with barista hot base
One to go for night session


Dadda dadda dadda da
Dadda dadda dadda da
Dadda dadda dadda da
Dadda dadda dadda da

I believe your music sheets of blues
Lays flat there
Peels of description fine tone the length
Of a rehearsal
Lengthy finish is a good target print
In repetition

After experimentation on another

The contrast is then



Buy
To why I'm concerned
Take notes off your, mourn
Raise under, raise beneath me

It all comes, apart, inside of homes
            But why you'll let me
Bring free to say these
  Times aren't for you
Sacrificed hearts won't conclude
   Taken from me
Honestly I can't see
   Who's arts on these notes
Buildings from being gone inside wars

Can it be written wrong
   A gentle days tolling the straws
Man and I don't come back
    The cost of having homes
Ready in time to mourn




As a better bet on that parkway,
Mystery Linda Diaz had to, Stop crying for it
Loves been had in a bankers roll doll
Give us some danced up, on blues
Enter a rhythm outside of the castles crimes
Hiding us for ten lost years!

Taryn, your up tonight at 4 p.m.

The session stand don't know about
Obstinate fellas, waffles in ten
I'd rather I didn't, yet, you called



Country Sue Anne 3 minds of roll, ink out the door and a rolledex in ear lobes!

Says the press powers, We Collapsed in Brass!

That's Miley's entrance, bye bye folks







Don't, Wild blue child
Speak of how me now, again
Window, no

Around the case stairs
Now you winde up Brewster New York Cats

A Jack A Black A Parlour A Piano

Mr and Mrs Constance the Gardner

Hat Tapping

Tara Gendron

Kevin Mathenia

Holiday!


Window! No?
Under Pressure
A Ballerina Talls The Fiction As Dawning

Till Christmas Pass Designs Nighttime Blank
Lose Me Fare
Mark Me Often
Take Me


Turn About
“My Life As A Coatrack”

I Own No City, Hear
Shed Another Seasons Remorse
It’ll Never Work Out In Time




Some Like It Hot?
Don't, Wild blue child
Speak of how me now, again
Window, no

Around the case stairs
Now you winde up Brewster New York Cats

A Jack A Black A Parlour A Piano

Mr and Mrs Constance the Gardner

Hat Tapping

Tara Gendron

Kevin Mathenia

Holiday!


Window! No?
Under Pressure
A Ballerina Talls The Fiction As Dawning

Till Christmas Pass Designs Nighttime Blank
Lose Me Fare
Mark Me Often
Take Me


Turn About
“My Life As A Coatrack”

I Own No City, Hear
Shed Another Seasons Remorse
It’ll Never Work Out In Time

As a better bet on that parkway,
Mystery Linda Diaz had to, Stop crying for it
Loves been had in a bankers roll doll
Give us some danced up, on blues
Enter a rhythm outside of the castles crimes
Hiding us for ten lost years!



The session stand don't know about
Obstinate fellas, waffles in ten
I'd rather I didn't, yet, you called



Country Sue Anne 3 minds of roll, ink out the door and a rolledex in ear lobes!

Says the press powers, We Collapsed in Brass!



Saints in Passing Falls
I hurt inside of nights
Mares of Ireland long in Gallow
Gentle settlements of the north burn
Frightful hauntings and return
Return not in sorrowful bade
Halted rising dress on patches dews
Blind feet scamper in cautious glee


Austere delight joining greys silver taunt


And wild streets in liquored brilliance
Convey omens hiding storms
Yet her simple smiles pleasure died
I've not returned by the doors


In the city I was born
Beside heavenly alters free
Terribled loud crowding walks high
My shortcuts beneath the gated baldlands
Underhanded stars of crimes
Mine only the letters
Kind and devout
Oh many devout promises of doom
Yet young Irish boy do fearful
Cannot travel with me near
His calligraphy scenes foreign in listing
Painful trust her laughter resents


Gentle Italy when will our tram return
I've gone from your meaningless words Irish boy
No such objects return to me


In my early days of county mayo we walked to the sod


The General Meets His recreation
In letters
His arrival, invisible
His presence, omnipotent
His courtesy I halt
In forms of thoughts collected
His regrets are peaceful


Irish


His superior officer
A poet from the Republic

Josey Boy loses the Broadcasting Run
Less of more in your bravado Josey


™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™

Jazz Composition
Common Verses Free
French Free Form Overature Jazz
5th 3rd overature
Circles.      2 twice trumpet
Haunting 3rd brass instruction
From further below
     Than rise

Chirps measure

Blackbird is the altered blues draw


Birds chirp in a paired 3 verses 3 top measure of 2 in line
Over 3 verses 3 verses 3
Bottom measure of 3 in line circling waters break in flight

3d's in a separated pair
Second pair drifts in to flight
Bottom row
3 b's lilting right lift
3 p's
Inverted taking notes
Hanging for eyes dear last measure
Forty five angled plight swoons seating oft

Canary yellow wings of warmth oil a canvas

™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™™

Indebtedness to Increase Literacy
California Gov. Gavin Newsom responded to a report that Sacramento-based federal prosecutor Michelle Beckwith was fired after she warned against U.S. Border Patrol raids in California

The sounds of negation entertain aggression against quieted minds bury.

In thought, house no resentment which testifies in stilled confession.

Our duality interprets laws blindly oblivious to news of ledges another has climbed?

climbed?
#asmirwin #mikeytaylor #vcpublicdefender #nypd #lapdhq #mayorofla #cagovernor #tonybiasotti

The immediacy of poverty speaking is profit created in arduous defeat of obstacles.

Beside article in congress
Record individual vote publicly

#asmirwin #mikeytaylor #vcpublicdefender #nypd #lapdhq #mayorofla #cagovernor #tonybiasotti
#realdonaldtrump #berniesanders #elizabethwarren #aoc #nytimes #latimes #washingtonpost

— The End —