Kevin's Kvetch
- (A found poem
- Jul 20, 2019
- 1 min read
Updated: Jun 29, 2020

I’m descended from John Smith
of the Mayflower
but I’m not proud of it.
We’re all descended from
murderers and rapists
if you open that can of worms;
it becomes a supermarket
I’m tired of being injured,
I needed to reinvent myself.
When I run, my ankle looks like
someone is shaking a plastic bag
full of bones.
I’m an artist now:
writing lyrics or creating sculptures.
I accept that I’m not going
to make money.
I can’t do anything on a computer--
I’m an analogue guy
in a digital world.
This salmon has been swimming
upstream his whole life.
I’m not expecting it to flatten out
into a lake.