petro c. k.


sitsch in the kitschen

bezel binding on 
a four ft. war

going bowling
and spooning

sacred path to 
the milk dudes






The Vanishing Bird Birds

They're saying autumn is not done 
until part of your own life is past
Yeah that sounds like an opportunity 
for us to get just one footprint 
It was clearing out my head and outfit, 
said the new growth 
It broke or not enough to get us bed 
Thank God I will become the mass extinction 



Yelper 

The revolution was alone 
and in a footnote
the only reason why it was so long ago was 
that it was clearing out 
the weathered stillness 
and it is frustrating 
to see how it all turned 
outrage into a quilt 









Intramundancy Ginko

Ancient effulgence 
     wash your hands with my hands 
Our beliefs unpolluted 
     climbing in the grass 
Change the beating heart of perturbation and
     the volume of contemporary doubts 
In the presence of water 
     both sides 
undergo metabolism
    with intensive purpose






The Reassigned Jesus

Growing 
into a lost generation 
circumventing wish maneuvers
along the Julys and Augusts
Burnt photos 
will see the memories,
the edges of a hug I offered

Earthbound, listening to ghosts 
marking the halloween 
of a cursed out will 
alone into the trace outlines of a future
of crumpled storms

I manage to get back into the wind 
across all areas of our country 
but we keep watering the world 
the still earth has no more 
edges or destiny

petro c. k. is a temporal being who seeks the small moments, the momentus moments, and the weird moments, and channels them through writing, photos, and art. He is the founding editor of dadakuku.

 
 

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