RKS Poetry Anthology: Is it possible to go fishing after your funeral?

Is it possible to go fishing after your funeral? The gnawing worms Probably reached you by now Spelling the end Can you be but a pleasant memory Or are you there watching while I string you on my hook? Robert K. Stephen

RKS Poetry Anthology: Creeping October

Creeping October Guess who is in town Homecoming The big college game Goon jocks past and present Pilsner fog Purple painted faced engineers pursuing Colonel Kurtz? Initiation rites Into what? Last binge? And the roar after the big play Fat assed frat girls as a caramel sundae/Sunday’s For their boys And we all know theContinue reading “RKS Poetry Anthology: Creeping October”

RKS Poetry Anthology: Anxiety

ANXIETY That horrible feeling of terror Upon waking up Nothing wrong physically they say Based on MRI and trusty brain dye Cognitive therapy Medications Mindfulness CBD The coping tools But I am feeling what fools As I wake up yet again with that feeling of terror Robert K. Stephen

RKS Poetry: “The Beady Eyed Man and Concentration Camps”

The Beady Eyed Man and Ukrainian Concentration Camps The beady eyed Russian manor perhaps the Messiah according to the Grand Patriarch of the Russian Orthodox Churchfond of $30,000 watchesestablishes “filtration camps”bolstered by mobile crematoriums on wheelsthe bells of Adolph Eichmann the final solution ring a final pealmass graves full of a killing zealforgetting beady eyedContinue reading “RKS Poetry: “The Beady Eyed Man and Concentration Camps””

Vladimir Pooping

the little low ranked KGB Vlad the Butcher of Buchamurdered rivals and opposition while quaffing Sambucaconfused over idolatry of Stalin or Catherine the Greatand worried about his balding pate (and his beady eyes)transforms his corruption into convenient Ukrainian hateyour time has come you tyrannical little murderous bureaucrathonoured along Stalin and Hitler inexplicably intertwinedyou talentless swineyourContinue reading “Vladimir Pooping”