Two Poems by Christopher Kenneth Hanson

Drank Of Stark Sap

Drink wisp in, gentle ear

And now, drink this 'gain.

Because for your worth, I would struggle

Or for your youth-

In so much as whichever: least valued by thee-

Currently, presumed-

took: a sip, lapping all-

{as cool disfunction}

ergo defeatist mentality-

willow train of time,

And now, you- dear one

Shall bow,

And bow through thy limb of concrete farce

thereof, we shall, only in times of slumber-

fall to whims of stark folly.

In Stuttered Line

Or in belief

as empty a shadow:

through thought-

Liquid livid as cleared

the dead panning laughter in

heaves mentality, of course

that-that-

what which

buried of course-

that which may have kept Madam

cawing mellifluous tones;

She, whom now claims poetic justice

Above all other sociologists whom fawn over

pre-social network theory,

I left out here,

Such that, there was nothing left sacred to blame.