Home Alone

Gentle were her eyes,
But her smile had a twinkle
Just like Harry Lime.

Kurtis Lunz

Planting of A Seed.

Plop the crop
 Back inside of the ground.
 Thud sound.
 Cover it up
 With a slight dirt mound.
 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”

Sweet Morning

coffee and cake
coffee and cake

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

Not Your Ordinary Solar Eclipse

Lounged back at sunset,
She glided past, the sun’s halo
caressing her hips.

Kurtis Lunz


Blazed the Wrong Way

The sidewalk misplaced,
Neighbor grass fades joining blades
The sidewalk replaced.

Kurtis Lunz

Should Your Melody Linger

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

Heard It Straight From the Parrot’s Lips

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

Is it?….Is it Obvious?

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

I Just Published A Book of Poetry!

I Just Published A Book of Poetry!

Invitation To Cruise A Strange Groove: A Mix of Poetry This is a mix of poetry. Some of it’s light, and some of it’s deep. Some of it is motivational, and some’s short and sweet. Some of it’s Funky and/or Transcendental. Please ride along, leave your baggage behind, and traverse the full landscape of your mind. Available at: CreateSpace: https://www.createspace.com/6488930 Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Invitation-Cruise-Strange-Groove-Poetry/dp/1537004298/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1471182506&sr=1-1&keywords=invitation+to+cruise+a+strange+groove And Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/Invitation-Cruise-Strange-Groove-Poetry-ebook/dp/B01KG85C1W/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1471369078&sr=8-1&keywords=invitation+to+cruise+a+strange+groove Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to...

The Whole Truth, And Nothing But The Truth

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