Tag Archives: W B Kek

Various & Sundry Poems & Thoughts For All Tastes & Sizes

Posted on May 1, 2017 by Gene Stewart

Commerce killed art. We are owned. We are corporate property. We are price points. We are consumer units. We are commodities. We are profitable debt. We are manipulated. We are not human beings. Commerce killed art. Art is necessary for … Continue reading →

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Alone, Together

Posted on March 15, 2017 by Gene Stewart

I live alone, Parallel to her, Rarely touching.   I live together, At the vanishing point, Rarely converging.   I live as we, As me, as she. Barely make it through.   / W B Kek

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To Call the Dark

Posted on March 3, 2015 by Gene Stewart

“To Call the Dark” Dust between its teeth; Dessicated unbrushed food Or simply years of absence Ignored by apathy? Condemned house Taken apart, torn down; Floorboards revealed Confusion, surprise, shock. Details delivered disgust: Crushed cranium, Shattered teeth, Fractured eye sockets. … Continue reading →

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Elephant Falling

Posted on November 5, 2013 by Gene Stewart

A focus in the quality of light. A shift in the silence. Eyes staring from shreds of dream. A reliance on compliance. A clarity in place of all we seem. / W B Kek

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Unheard Echo & Oblique Re-Entry

Posted on August 21, 2013 by Gene Stewart

How to be free from Contingency When distant edge Is all I see? How to catch up to Family Who rush into Complacency? How to be seen, to Simply be? This ghost existence Murders me. Please notice me. /// /// … Continue reading →

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Late Night Sneak

Posted on August 21, 2013 by Gene Stewart

Hope: It’s eternal; An unwound watch spring. A weapon, a tool. A sucker’s bet A manipulator’s best friend. Watch out for hope; Let it in only provisionally. What you hope reveals your illusions. –W B Kek

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