Low Frequency

Some people who grow up never feeling loved
remain in motion afraid to stop.

While others turn into stone
unable to take the first step of any journey.

Paul walked into a church, lit a candle
and sought refuge from his loneliness.

It was not the image of Christ on the cross
or the story of salvation that he treasured.

It was the shadow of the cross
in the wavering candle light against the wall

and how in this heavy solitude no one asked him
for something he did not have to give.


copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney

In The Bloodstream

Where lies the key?
I checked every pocket.
Every nook and cranny.

In and under
fifty-three self-help books
by domestic and foreign authors.

At a job fair I learned
I should use my gifts
toward my perfect career

which left me with the choice
of joining the French Foreign Legion
or becoming a suicide bomber.

As I practice exhaling the apocalypse
and envisioning a future
less bright than a nuclear explosion,

I am certain the mightiest proof
of my inner strength
is that I decided to make a career

out of bicycling from my front door
to Who-Knows-Where America
with the notion of reaching Nirvana

somewhere in between
leaving it all behind
and a collision with an untoward fate.


copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney