Dear Friends,

I have gathered a selection of my poetry from the last twenty-five years into a book called THE SEASONS. (You can preview or order the book here.)

I am grateful to everyone who has read and responded to the poems over the years. I will continue posting my new work here and in twenty-five years (or less) I will have book number two ready for you.

Warmly,

Kevin











The Wilde Infant



                                                                                       Drawing by J. Heineman

She drinks all night
at the titty bar
screaming for shot
after shot of the sauce 
then growling like a pirate
only to throw up 
and shit her pants
when it’s time 
to go to bed.

Come noon 
she’s out cold
looking for all the world
like innocence itself
and just when you’re ready
to build her an alter
she throws a sucker punch
and shoots a golden
string of pee 
straight in your eye.

The Wilde Infant
has dreams 
of things unnamed
the rhythms of waves
running red in the rivers
and a velvety darkness 
far deeper than the clocks
which have chimed away
all of our light-filled lives.








































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the poetry of Kevin Lawler

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