Your Body Pleases Me

My body pleases me--your body, too.
Abundant, not excessive, pulchritude;
Adornments, imperfections: your tattoo,
The dimple in your ass (not to be rude).
My body wants to be with yours--and yet
My mind prefers to be alone, or in
The company of other minds. Beset
By this dilemma, lonesome, I turn in.
In dreams, I speak to you; I am your friend.
You stimulate my mind, as we pursue
A goal or an idea as an end.
Awakening, I seek the end of you.
We need to stop--or start. We need to blend
Our visions--and our passions, to renew.

- Sean Konkin, Jan 2006

 

Mother's Day 2006

Mother Stands For Comfort
She Holds Up Our Clouds
Keeps Our Feet on the Ground

Mother Stands Far Away
Under Cloudless Prairie Skies
Till Our Feet Take Us Back:

Keep Her Safe.

- Sean and Krista Konkin, May 2006

 

Glad For The Mad

So I suppose I'll use my Anger
To move out from my Sadness
Get a head start
on my Happiness
And a backbone for my Fear

I woke up and the Longing
Was replaced now by a Hatred
And you aren't getting -
you silly boy -
One more single,
god damned,
Tear.

- KJ Konkin, July 2006