Poem #1

A Quarrelsome Beginning

It creeps up into my pores like whiskey.

…a broiling, brooding interpretation of Eastern Philosophy, past dreams and shadow figurines reliving moments through a baby’s cry.

I seem to fulfill all expectations and none.

…and readily accept a future filled with oscillating misunderstandings, obnoxious over reactions, passionate misbehaviors, and an almost absolute misogyny of brisk morning walks, homo-erotic exaltations and calculated to-do lists left undone.

We are besieged by incomplete dreams and the wood shavings of an empty-handed whittler

…nestled resolutely near a living room fire.

— Kevin Meek, 5/22/19

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