Keith MacKenzie 26 letters. A million and more words. No limit to stories.

Whole

I don’t die
in my drive
down endless roads
its witching sin
pitchforking
in my crazy soul

the thudding whys
the endless jive
starchy rock ‘n’ roll
its listless dreams
downstreaming
through my soul

these endless eyes
needling my
witching soul
sex session
sweet damnation
neon and gold

I will fly
through the sky
though bought and sold
I’m hissing rain
I’m black deranged
and I’m still whole.