Selected Poems from
Kenny's Chapbook - "Poems for Friends"

Embarrassed


God I was embarrassed.
I thought that I would die.
When you looked down
and saw my open fly.

I turned away quickly
to hide my horror and shame.
I saw your eyes, in their way, 
doing exactly the same.

Neither of us spoke.
No one said a word,
but went about our business
as though we hadn't heard
the feeling that flashed between us,
the unspoken words.

I stopped for an instant
and thought to zip my pants
but then The Kid took over
and I continued with the dance.

Some things are hard 
to see and say.
I guess this is one.
Damned no matter 
which way you turn
and better left undone.


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A Song for You


Do you have a song in your heart
or does it simply beat
the rhythm of your lifetime
from your head down to your feet.

Do you know of life and love 
of pleasures so complete
they fill you like a fountain 
wonderful and complete.

Do you have a song in your heart
Do you know the way
to enjoy the things that 
your life brings each and every day.

Look around and you will see
life is like a rose
Touch it.
Feel it.
Smell it.
From your head down to your toes.


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 For Sheri


Thank you my friend
for being there
During my year in Hell

Thank you for your shoulder
you ear absolving my pain
For your caring and sharing and dancing
to my tormented souls refrain

I hope that I can be there
to be a friend for you
For that's what makes life precious
the friends that pull us through


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Kenny
                    

Which Kenny is this I see before me
Dressed in his eyes of green.

The one who wants the spotlight
or the one who's never seen.

How can I know? 
Should I care?
Should I shed a tear

for the haunted soul 
who lies behind 
the boldness and the fear.


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I Want To Die in Summer


I want to die in summer
before the Fourth of July.

I'd rather not be someone
who barely squeaks on by
a holiday or birthday
or perhaps a brand new year.

I want to die in summer
with all the flowers in bloom.
When everything is at it's best
when clocks all say it's noon.

I want to die in summer
not simply just squeak by.
I want to die in summer
when there's no cold wind to cry.