poetry and more from Kenneth W Arthur

Category From Unraveled Dreams

American Crossroads

American Crossroads For nothing now can ever come to any good, now that justice is dead, swept from the stage of this farce we call America, where manhood is white and carries a gun fired in rage, where guilt is… Continue Reading →

Prisoner

Prisoner Their eyes, a torture of unendurable beauty, ravish with sidelong glances, promise more than can ever be consummated. Flame to my moth, they burn away oxygen, mock the inspiration of my lungs, allow only an eternal sigh. Their eyes… Continue Reading →

Billie

Billie Here is a strange and bitter crop – macabre scene of hanging black bodies, ghosts roused by sultry lament to hushed silence of offended pale faces come to be entertained, not embarrassed. Hers a voice that knew bitterness. Long… Continue Reading →

Happiness

Happiness It asked a crumb of me and nothing more. Even that I could not give. Joe’s value wanes once cellophane is stripped, scotch tape cut, cardboard lid pried open, and he becomes a GI maimed in the sandbox wars… Continue Reading →

The veil

The veil shall be lifted – nevermore! Forever the bride on cusp of matrimony caught in nervous pause before “I do” when love’s confidence crashes headlong with reality’s fear. Promises of happiness and better times – empty as the local… Continue Reading →

Can it be that

Can it be that Which sets us free is what we fear most? We demand the right to do as we please, no matter if it pleases no one else. To ridicule deformed bodies; invent our own reality when facts… Continue Reading →

Let’s Make a Deal

Let’s Make a Deal The door of compassion is ours if we wish to keep it – or do we want door #2 instead? Monty Hall wants to know. We come costumed to deal, would-be saints wield holy books, old… Continue Reading →

Writer’s Block, or On Being Indecisive And Fearful When It Comes To Just About Everything

Writer’s Block, or On Being Indecisive And Fearful When It Comes To Just About Everything So I just listened, my pen in the air, for the muse to speak from silence. A character in a movie once proclaimed “the poem… Continue Reading →

Hope or despair, I can’t decide

Hope or despair, I can’t decide Free beer, I’ll say, though there is no free beer. Maybe heaven will serve drafts gratis, a little cheer-me-up to brighten the spirits. If it’s not just a bait and switch where we show… Continue Reading →

To Walk Barefoot

To Walk Barefoot The place where the sidewalk ends: “Here stops safety and convenience, life and civilization.” Do not listen. Do not meekly return to skyscrapers and shopping malls but bend, slip off shoes, slide socks over curved arches, unleash… Continue Reading →

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