Kilmer Poetics Journal

Snow covers the ground Christmas light sparkle all 'round In the museum room for visitors There, the only child, Seated, engages with the stereo. A wall of sound surrounds him Like a protective force-field That keeps the adopters in Their room. Away from the child. A child alone. _______ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America

Oh hairy Onion What did you say to me!? What are these games you play, I see!? Oh hairy Onion You stand there with,  all your hair Covering your face. Can't ever take you, any place. Your feline is green. You're always in a store, creating a scene. Then you say that I'm mean. Have you ever looked, at yourself? Do you even care? Whenever you move your hair Showing your hugh eyes; It only makes me want to, cry! Oh hairy Onion. Even Bunyan would say, to you, Bye Bye! _____________ Copyright ©️ 2021 HeardWords America