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The Wee Hours

written by: Kenneth Vincent Walker


In these the wee hours
Of this a placid morning
When all is but silenced,
And the planet is yawning
In deep unconsciousness.

For these are the moments
Valued but taken for granted,
An escape from the violence
In a world reputedly slanted
In perpetual decay as it sours.

Indeed these are the times
Which try every man's soul
Throwing us way off balance
Into a spiraling vortex hole
Of deep unconsciousness.

Kenneth Vincent Walker

Kenneth Vincent Walker

Kenneth Vincent Walker is a "New Formalist" poet, spoken word artist, performer, and author of BORDERLINE ABSURD (An Exercise in Rhyme and Reason) published by Poem Sugar Press 2015. Kenneth has performed his brand of high-energy prose throughout South Central Pennsylvania, with a brief stint in Washington, DC. KVW Poetry has been a mainstay at most of the outdoor festivals in the region. Last year at the inaugural York Fringe Festival, he was the only poet chosen to perform in a field of mixed artistic disciplines. Kenneth has been the featured poet at all of the poetry venues in the area, and has been known to drop in time and again during open-mic readings. Kenneth Vincent Walker lives for his Art, and that is obvious. Each and every performance is a memorable experience.
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