Kenneth Parker

Kulloakwheelissum

Forget
....and forge
the tarp
........hides the crops
hullabaloo
....and hulls
uncle darlene
........perturbs the wind
but she
....she knows
two snips
........longeways at the base
confirm
....easy predictions
and sat
........-urday's singed hours




Withdrawal (i.e. Pantomime)

pity the docks don't undulate
........when you touch them
you can ever hope, wistfully
........when you touch you
and your fingertips are both
........made of displaced woods
thus it stands to unreason
............to make of each tide
a curling tube
........of lulling interpenetration
and
....assents inapplicable





Hallo Hollow

submerge in silts beneath the tongue
....and squeeze life from bald reconnaissance
and fill of them into the crumbling
....and cancel their dialects
and leech from their brevity
....to make tomorrow a chore like sliding
and preserve yesterday's nostalgia
....hallo hollow
....into tip-top calisthenics
........amount to euphoria
....and Sol blinks like the geriatric fuck that it

is
....or wants to
............know, biblically








Kenneth Parker is a student and musician living in the Pacific Northwest. He has work forthcoming from Scifaikuest.