The thing that
lives
between your
legs
never gives
never begs.
Doesn’t have
to.
Won’t behave.
Irremediable
snafu.
You’re its slave.
.
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- Sufficiently Akin
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- The Thing That Lives Between Your Legs
- Late November
- Although It’s Cold Out
- Destiny Goes Jogging in the Park
- A Saturnine Poem of Darkness
- The Red End of the Spectrum of Love
- The Creatures that I Think I’ve Drawn
- Adore and Be Adored!
- Large Enough for It to Fit
- It’s Time You Fell in Love
- Antidotes
- Ever Since Before the Dawn
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- Joy Creates Capacities
- Just a Little Wrong
- Seeking the Unspeakable
- Two Poles of Personality
- There's You
- Death Comes on the Sly
- Bodies
- Strange Parade - November 7, 2014
- One Evening, at the Dinner Table
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About Me
- Guy Kettelhack
- I write roughly one poem a day. This blog is a continuation of a series of poem depot websites I'd also had through google, but which seem now to have filled up with my stuff to the point where I can't edit or add another page. So here I am. Since April 1, 2009 I've been adding drawings, one a day. To see them fuller size left-click on the drawing - and voila. To get an idea of who I am, google on "Guy Kettelhack." To see poems I've written previous to the ones in this poem depot, google on Guy Kettelhack + Act 2 (or just Guy Kettelhack + poetry): for kind unsolicited observations about my work by photographer Rick Shupper: google Guy Kettelhack + Holtermann Design LLC. (I'd provide links but they don't seem to stick here.) . . . thanks for stopping by.
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