Gentle were her eyes,
But her smile had a twinkle
Just like Harry Lime.
–Kurtis Lunz
Plop the crop Back inside of the ground. Thud sound. Cover it up With a slight dirt mound. Tap-tap. Water it. Watch it recede into a seed. It spits the water at the sky; Then, it's beaming with seedlight 'Til it's night. Then, it jumps out of the ground landing back in the hand, right? Inducing vomiting, It quickly regrows its skin, Slips your grip, Attaches itself Back onto the stem. Then it withers Right back into A seed again. -Kurtis Lunz
This poem was inspired by Nas’ song “Rewind”
Coffee and Cake,
The Breakfast of Champions,
Brightens the mood
With the light that is ambient.
The bitter and sweet,
The cold with the heat,
I took my cream in iced cake form,
My coffee was neat.
–Kurtis Lunz
The sidewalk misplaced,
Neighbor grass fades joining blades
The sidewalk replaced.
–Kurtis Lunz
Oh, Melody! The remedy supreme, But I see you already Got a ring On your finger. Well, if I outlast, And if you run past, The notes you have scripted As part of your cast, You can call on MY Name, I'll be waiting in vain, Just spinning the time, RIGHT off of my skein. Oh Melody, I'm sewing notes on these strings Studying the way that Your Melody brings, And I don't need a thimble To ABsorb my pain, Soon to be the only feeling I've left. Oh, Melody I saved a last breathe. I saved it Should Your Melody linger. -Kurtis Lunz
Shiver me timbers, Getting loose, Getting limber, I ordered 3 chicken planks from Long John Silver's. I like the honey mustard, Hush puppies, and french fries. I took a sip of Orange soda Partnered to my food's eyes. See, fried food is soul. And soul food is Blue, And Orange is its compliment; You know that combo's true. It was all in good time. It was all in good measure. I buried the treasure, And it brought me great pleasure. Then, I sailed off and away On the ocean of tar, And I was feeling so good That I yelled out Yarrrrr! -Kurtis Lunz
Obvious is a stretch for me.
The harder I look,
The less that I see.
So when I proclaim my epiphany,
You don’t have to brag
It’s old hat to thee.
-Kurtis Lunz
Peeling top layer, Revealing the next. An unnerving herbalness, Not tainted, Nor skewed, Just the crude truth in nude, Uncovered, no rouge. Why does this "new truth" look so different? What broke off the outer, Once too, was the inner skin. Maybe, the truth has layers and hues, But the truth doesn't surface; It's the whole the way through. By: Kurtis Lunz