Ken's Poetry

Lion’s Tale

My love is like a motorbike,
it claws with roars upon my ear,
it screams my dreams from night to night
and burns my brakes in sweeping snakes.

My bike is like a loving snake
that burns my ear with sweeping screams,
breaks into dreams and claws and roars.

Snake bites ears like love burns dreams,
lions roar, tails sweep, clouds break
I scream.