Kenneth James

I just watched an instructive YouTube video informing that a "good" poet never uses a washed-out, boring verb like "walk." So here goes:

"Home Sweet Home"

I walk a rock candy road.
along red licorice lines,
strung on peppermint poles,
while lemon drop rays,
fall from a lemon pie sun.
Ahead,
a dark chocolate lake.
And then, my home:
A giant cupcake.