kellen davis Poems

in happy town(where
the flowers are laughing
&
the birds are singing)
...

Hunkered down in crimson mud, ensconced under a sandbag-lined parapet,
I descried an advancing regiment traversing towards the No Man's Land respite.
After my espial, the air raid sirens wailed and the young doughboys panicked,
A barrage of shellfire and brimstone fell upon us as if the hand of God afflicted.
...

a cosmic spiritual singularity-
infinite souls comprised of ethereal nonentities,
bound together by a pantheistic event horizon
that transcends our existence symbiotically.
...

and on that day it came to be
that i found myself hopelessly lost,
searching for the soul i never knew
in an fake endless forest
...

the television watches me
like im it's mindless prisoner
my remote has become moist
from holding it far too long
...

anything is possible
i tell myself
but it's not
the only mark i'll leave
...

fear trembles in a
deluge of lost memories
the tide remembers
...