Kevin Ridgeway

quarters stick to my body
leeches that I will
never spend,
sucking the worth
out of my
embattled flesh,
and kerplunk!
they’re at my
feet in the shower
as I
wash away
the sins from
last night
the tally adding
up to
twenty-five cents
No pajamas
the clothes
from the
day before,
or naked,
and the
stink rises
in the shower
and out
the bathroom
and the
sounds of
my loud
boom box
rock n roll
the neighbors
to enjoy

©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on July 15, 2012, in Kevin Ridgeway, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. MM welcomes Misfit Kevin. I thought this poem was ideal for a Sunday morning.

  2. At least you wore pyjamas, can’t have been too bad. Nice poem!

  3. Kevin living through the pants of a pajama familiarity pulls up one leg at a time, goes through his pockets and finds the crown jewels in his remarkable poetry by his basket of
    quarters fallen in the shower of his own obscurity the night after his flesh was embattled.
    Welcome, Kevin to the human race against death, time, sex, love,and money which do not last as all real poets realize.Thank you for your discovery of NO PAJAMAS,like the Emperor’s clothes eventually wear out everyman and every woman.

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