You never speak of it when you're
this sleek. You barely notice
when they sneak a peek at you.
(Which oh! they never do not do.)
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- Less Transport than Friend
- Oddly Alive
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- Oh, Sigmundy Sigmund!
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- Lingual Liberation
- How Do You Hold an Alien?
- Whatever Motives Are
- The Chair
- Perhaps in Search of You
- The Bible They Wrote that No One Has Read
- The Trick
- Some Sunday Mornings
- Schooled to be Promiscuous
- Another Theory
- Nirvana & the Void
- Sleek
- Sometimes You Write with Showy Eloquence
- The Thing to Understand About Andy
- A Little Rude
- Relations with the Moon
- Words that Rhyme with Oh!
- Kettelhack Males
- "But this is human life..."
- The Question of Duets
- Back to the Factory
- Both the Baby and the Priest
- Purgatory Is Like Junior High
- Like a Memory of Moon
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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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