The First Urge Fulfilled
Flesh furrows up into tiny mounds
as time, heavily administered,
droops weighty, swaying unseen, like
Damocles, duel-edged and severe.
My sleep will be troubled.
Sweat hangs heavy from my brow,
catching and beading on miniscule hairs,
holding off salty eyes and saltier tears, like
Samson ‘neath pillars of marbled skin.
My back will not hold this Earth for long.
Jezebel, witch, rogue, rapscallion,
harried by urges and blood between thighs.
Lead one to sin, yet another to clarity, but
take from both a pound of flesh, to feed;
first yourself
and then,
your braying young.
Keith Kennedy has published short fiction in Nocturnal Ooze, Midnight Times, Aurora Wolf, Anotherealm and Bete Noir, as well as the Aurora Rising Anthology. He has also published numerous poems in magazines such as Niteblade, Heroic Fantasy Quarterly, Kindling and the Poetic Pinup Revue. In 2011 he was nominated for the Pushcart Prize and the Rhysling Award.
Copyright © 2012 by Keith Kennedy
Randomly Accessed Poetics 
Keith Kennedy finds his poetic self awareness in defying and defining any normative behavior or mores with his Biblical sweep of bedside images implicating himself in a sleepless satiety and state next to Jezebel. He does not stick to the story of impotent Ahab who was with Jezebel nor with Delilah who was with Samson. But juxtaposes the Ahab and Samson complex with Jezebel and Delilah.Either this is a deliberate juxtaposition of the texts and stories or Keith missed Sunday School those days.Keith asks us to suspend belief for a conversant, mentally engaged deconstruction of being suspended by his virile confession of his sensibilities within a poetic structure of him on the make. The poetry images voice the fear, trembling and self loathing of an emerging provocative poet in his subversive discursive verse. Yet this vertiginous bedside poem captures our imagination with an anticlimax of philosophical and prophetic doom of his first urge unfulfilled.