Flowetry In Motion

These words seep out of the thin midnight and early morning cracks of time in my life. Every day these words release me. Hopefully they do something exciting for you as well.

: Name: Kendall Messner; Location: Oregon, United States

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Monday, October 02, 2006

Coos River First of Fall

Ripe salmon and
apples plump
spawning season nears
fishermen drip off the vine
blackberries in boats
constructed of fall leaves
attempt to raise
riches
from rivers depths.

-Kendall Messner 06

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Shlahttle Blendithall

Guberotten Gashillie Guygone
OOO Guygone OOO Guygone OOO Eye,
Mutooshen Mashillie Moinkin
OOO Moinkin, OOO Moinkin OOO My

Zoinkin Shlahttle Blendithall
Bittled en Cattlax Qualms
Kroinkin Shlahttle Blendithall
Emprattled en Walted Shwalms

Mar Lie dee Lie, Dee Lie Lay!

Guberotten Gashillie Guygone
OOO Guygone OOO Guygone OOO Eye,
Mutooshen Mashillie Moinkin
OOO Moinkin, OOO Moinkin OOO My

Buxtied Shlahttle Blendithall
Kaxle en Breastogg Glue
Taznied Shlahttle Blendithall
Emprattled OoWhyWhy OoLue.

-Kendall Messner 2006

Friday, August 18, 2006

Drunken roots

"I aint never drunk on the job never"
Said the swaying beer gutted regular at local pub.
"really?"

I think.

"Guess you have never laid fence in Idaho in November,
Where it's mandatory,
At least for the 90% of us that wanted to stay warm
(And yes, the majority of warm bodies Mormonorman)"

"Guess you have never been a bartender in Montana,
Where it still is an insult if you don't throw down a shot
Bought by a regular."

"Probably you have never worked around beer or booze or
Wine.
As those are positions that can result in a well wetted whistle"

Comedy is great, as; when you are funny-
They buy you the booze.
Then again, you are not so funny.

And I don't see the lonely child and brazenly drunken parents fund
Contributing too much booze to the 'Chore'
Of taking care of the kids.

They are waiting for the best high in their world
For you.
Put it down,
Get back to your roots and live before
You become a vegetable.

Kendall Messner 2006

Monday, July 10, 2006

Totally Free

"Totally Free"
she said to me
taking my clothes
as my flower rose
to her bubbling spring
to skinny dipping
in the fountain at the Bon
we really got it on.
People throwing money
as the juice started running
from between our thighs
into their eyes
old ladies with carts
old men with farts
stare masters with minds
paced on our behinds
on vital places
we saw their faces
tongues were wagging
breasts were sagging
we came and they left
we caught our breath
she had our kid in an hour
we had him gift wrapped
and we laughed
as we named him
"Totally Free"

-Kendall Messner '06

Friday, May 26, 2006

Gutted

Tested intestinal
tract record
ripped through opening
into sun
heart slowing
brain glowing
spirit transending
body ending
and it's
out the
bag.

-Kendall Messner 2006

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

We Beat The Rain

Grey plus grey equals grey.
Born and raised in Coos Bay.
Sunset Jr. High
funny name for a school in Empire
I guess Fog Bank Jr. High
doesn't have much of a ring.
Growing up is painful
enough without the
rain.

But we beat the rain,
learned to make our own light,
grew up from inside out.

And now we return
sharing the fact that we all faced it
together with our friendships and
squabbles,
confusion and conviction.
And we return
with tales of sunshine
and hopefully now
some color on our faces
to match that light inside
that helped us beat the rain.

-Kendall Messner 2006

Friday, April 07, 2006

Grand Finale

He was laughing
and singing,
chuckling up a storm.
He was happy
and screaming,
he finally felt warm
He'd achieved the dream
he'd always wished for.
Everything didn't
matter anymore.
The beautiful feeling
that's in your head,
when you pump it
full of lead.

Kendall Messner '06

Friday, March 24, 2006

Go and Do

To go and to do
has always tried to
push through
to you.

Life is waiting.

The lesson
of movement
involvement
of love
meant
so much to you,
to go and to do.

Life is calling.

To sit and to think
is all good and well
sit long and you'll stink
or go strait to hell.

Life is moving.

The moon and the sun
your heart, everyone
shouts out your cue
to go and to do.

Kendall Messner 06

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Cooked

We work our souls over
like potential dough.

No,
not the money kind
the inner mind
emotions
fuel the motions
reason gets a grip
squeezes, blends
and sends
into
The Crisis Oven.

Will I rise
or fall?
Do nothing at
all?
Burst into
flame?

Have a gooey middle?
Taste like dog piddle?

Who cares?

Making bad bread is
better
than none at all.

Kendall Messner 06

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Grandmother Universe

Coin lust ruins
scatter desolate
rust laden cock and
barrel reminder.
What's past past is past.

For future fathers farther
down desperate doorway
to timidly turn
humbly heal
kneel
and realize.

Lust is folly,
Folly is something
all else is nothing
lust is good.

Need stone fingers
four peaks
a square dismantled.

Lost wind gives birth
to whirling nothing
gutted backed ruins howl
abandoned empty.
Loneliness echo's
manifestations striking
rich
useless thoughts
revealed through dust
whispers.

Life is an intrusive
afterthought,
a taunting oasis,
fragile.
Could be sucked dry
in the brittle snap
of a bone, a gun,
a dream.

-Kendall Messner 2006

Monday, March 20, 2006

Tossed

Like a paper plane
folded from
a spiral bound
sheet
in a notebook
used for laughing
at the
world.

An incomplete thought
scribbled across the
top
serves as a
racing stripe.

I'm thinking and flying.
launched
will land
enjoying the rush of
air as I
reach for peace.

Kendall Messner '06

Friday, March 17, 2006

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The pearl nose piece
glowed in the moonlight.
Dicky Death-Breath
shifted his infinity ridden
gaze to
Franny Humpsalot's
shapely bust and
butt,
undressing her in a
cool wave of
indifference.

-Kendall Messner '06

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Screams of switchblade
tulips
echo across stone
jungle
flint and steel
cutting meat.

-Kendall Messner '06

Consumption Unit

I, He, She, We

Me.

13.

22.

50.

History.

-Kendall Messner '06

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Goddess of the green
living on a rock
licking at the moss
directing river talk.

-Kendall Messner '06

**

We are like a recipe called
"a person"
each of us has the same ingredients
just different amounts.

Kendall Messner '06

Hitching

Last Greyhound
glazes HWY 99 over.

Wet rustle of yet to
be fallen leaves within
swollen stomaches.

The texture of lumberjack
loogies
The swerve of angry answers
to my questioning thumb.

No More.

I am moved
I am focussed.

These moments are sizzling as the laminator
rolls it's hot press
over my memory.

-Kendall Messner '06

Friday, January 20, 2006

Cut

"So long"
she said
running fingers
through my hair
as we
entered
the barber
shop.

-Kendall Messner 2006

Tide

Sand grey
dune sky rolls
off the coast of
Oregon
where growths sprout
up
and die
or survive
in order to
continue to
either die
or survive.

Kendall Messner 2006

***

I am a run in her
nylons
and I just cant
get
high
enough.

-Kendall Messner 2006

***

Everyone has
something going on
with everyone else.

-Kendall Messner -2006

Friday, January 06, 2006

Resolution

One time
One last time
One last time this time
One last time this time and I mean it.
Tomorrow.

-Kendall Messner 2006

Thursday, December 22, 2005

King John

There once lived a man
named King John
and he was King,
King of everything...
except himself.

He ruled the jungle
mastered the sea
he managed to be
all he could be...
except himself.

Women, power and gold
servants doing just as told.
He sized all he saw
from far and wide
looking everywhere...
except inside.

Do you think King John
was happy with his ride
choosing his "out" over his
"In"side?-

Kendall Messner -2005

Friday, December 16, 2005

Seasons Greedings

Walkin' in a
wasted and
wired winter
wonder
brand.

'Tis the season
to roll eyes
shrug shoulders
impatiently tap feet
hurry and buy now
beat traffic
grab rum
drink eggnog
forget.

Cash registers ring
are you listenin'?
Jingle Ling
what are we missin'?

Compassion and
humility hide
in front of our
faces
hands raised
rarely called on
as we fall
with the snow.

-Kendall Messner 2005

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Undercurrent

Cold Sweat.
It is accelerating
again.
Life disc is getting burned
glitching on replay.
Edges of calcium deprived
reality skeleton
falling forward through time
slipping over
the questions beneath
your feet you ask
"Stop for a minute please"
and a year passes
before the last syllable
leaves your lips.

Kendall Messner 2005

Friday, December 09, 2005

Drilled for Oil

Drunken bullets
stumbled across his
chest vomiting
red morsels
inspirationally into
the air.

A spray of meat filled spirits
dripped with slaughterhouse
draft.

Miniature mouths smack satisfactions.
Wet brick pantomimes
clot up choke holes
of juicy desire
while curiosity wads
swim the great escape.

Sunset,
brilliant gold
exhilaration turns
red.

Purple resignation
a black
victory.

Kendall Messner 2005

Friday, December 02, 2005

Monday Meeting

The posturing salespeople
bullshit their way
into the war room
loudly proclaiming
contacts within every
living organism
and W-2's that could
pay off the national
deficit as
Marketing Masters
mutter about messaging
and how they need to change
the way the organisms
in the sales people's
back pockets
perceive the product suite
while the energetic engineers
engage in building better
mousetraps
in their
minds.

-Kendall Messner

Now

Alive means
a means to
write
right now.

"Dead ain't creative"
ghost told me in dream.

Now
I am writing
you are reading
we are alive.

-Kendall Messner

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Whoops!

Balance is
invisible
until it
dissapears,
hilarious
to all
but the one
without.

-kendall messner

Friday, November 18, 2005

Sick

Flu flew through me
I slowed down.
Pandemic fears
blathered about on
boob tube
as internal tumbling
match is lost.

Sickness
quickest route to
introspection.

Death
permant illness
where
a mirror will show
everything I
need to know.

-Kendall Messner

Friday, November 11, 2005

Too Heavy to Hold On

Bruised egos
litter
below branches of
Insecurity Tree.

Careful where
you step and
where you don't
step
it gets
asinine in this
shady grave
grove.

Defending every
decision
that brought
this rotting
reality to fruition.

Fallen fruit
forsake
the eaten while
withering
away.

-Kendall Messner

Monday, November 07, 2005

A Neon Baseball Cap

The fallen hippie
freezes within a
watering hole where
his dollar driven
bill babbles about the sixties
as new millennium glows
nuclear green.

-Kendall Messner

Buffalo Chip

"Who's the Indian?"
asks the child
looking at a native
drinking a coke
and eating a Big Mac.

In the distance
a kilt laden
pale wind
raises spirits
in the form of dust
from the earth
with feathers prayer
and dance.

-Kendall Messner

Friday, October 21, 2005

Tic Talk

Tic Talk
Don't you see me?
My eyes cut running
bleeding for the
childhood friend.

Thinking about responsibilities
what the hell?
How else can a guy
screw with the system
laugh
mess
the up
stanza.
and be rebelliously
zealously
jealously

infatuated with a thing called
my life
my knife
my god what an ugly shirt
sure, your mother bought it....
Who's in charge here?
who's in charge here...
Who's in charge here.
Take a breath
skip a beat.
Don't touch my toys.
OK, but only your mouth.

The point?
Oh yes...please.

He was so horny
that stranger
called me
back then.

Wonder what
why
whisper
winter
winner
winker
stinker
sprinkler systems
squirt a gooey
substance sauce
into an enema investigator's mouth.

Then a tear
torn
two fists battering
the sky
the friend
fragile singing
laughing
choking
on a rope
snapping, screaming
inside our hero's
pre-twisted
preserved
perverted
mind.

Parents periods
question marks
the responsibility.
Stale chicken or
something
stuck in my
throat.

What did you do?
Where is my son?
Why won't you
answer me?

-Kendall Messner
posted by Kendall Me

Ahead of the House

Private temples for pupils
in every home
in the home
of the brave.

In front of flashing
alter
couches dilated
and dreaming.

Now dances along
edges of eyes.

Now angry wife
Now neglected child
Now pained planet
Now reflection appears distressed.
Now ignored.

While getting beer between commercials
While getting stomach stapled
While getting a divorce
they fall to death
snoring.

We are falling
every day.
Take notice,
or sleep in cement.

-Kendall Messner

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Against Chilly Flow

They are pale middle fingers
light green with the chill
frantic lantern eyes
boil in ice.
I dream of children
underwater
building sand castles
in Alaska.

-Kendall Messner

Monday, October 10, 2005

Hacksaw Man

Arrest him!
He's insane, criminally
insane!
Made an A-Bomb
pop rocks
gestures and mumbles
to personal realities
so lock him up
lock her up
lock it up
non sterile mirrors are
too bright.

Either you're locked up
or you're locking up
keeping bars erect
but never ejaculating or
elaborating.

We're all insane
locked up
and all the keys are
buried in a
disposal site
somewhere back east.

I'm the hacksaw man
your soft soul cushion
with teeth.

Janitor in the corner
with a saw called
laughter
the solvent of
freedom.

Show me your cell
we'll dig for release.

-Kendall Messner

*******

Better dead with all
blood drained away than
alive with it rotting.

-Kendall Messner

Shading in the Sun

The blond beach
writhes with hot patches
of color.

Yellow, red, brown,
blue-green
beach ball mentality
gets washed away
with the tide.

-Kendall Messner

Closing Time

The dimly wit
bar room sloshes
sentences
to the tapping of the
keg.

Smooth seducer slurs
a shimmering wet line
into smashed open pink
ears.

-Kendall Messner

Friday, October 07, 2005

Extreme Games

If you are falling
with a rope tied around
your neck,

Is it more or less
terrifying to know
when the rope
will reach
the end.

****

Sometimes it is fear of falling
or a battle not to blush
vanity tugs right
pride pulls left
in the middle is a
head rush.

*****

-Kendall Messner

***
Denial and Affirmation,
The ravines and mountains
of our being.

****

A habit is
a rabbit that hops across
your mind.

****
Everybody has something going
with everyone else.
***

Greasy stakes
driven speedily
through the heart
on counter tops
at McDonald's

*****

-Kendall Messner

*****

I felt like a wolf
as her sweater fleeced to
the ground
and my eyes lit up.

-Kendall Messner

Me

Not like my father

a waving flag

attached by a string

to a pole

in some concrete

beneath the ground.

Am not like my mother

encased in a coffin

dad calls home

inside her mind

dead bolted.

I am not my brother

a set of eyes

frozen on a spot

above

an academic spirit

lips bubbling lucidly

pre programmed sermons.

I'm myself

only seeing what I can

an on-off switch

emitting warmth

and light when turned on

drifting into perfect

nothingness

when left

alone.

Kendall Messner

****

Life is a
"who done it"
mystery in which
everyone is guilty.

-Kendall Messner

Tossed Away

Automatic writing
without thought
without premeditation
riddles the page with
ill preparation
imperfection
disorganization
tearing holes of truth through
the air after being wadded
up
hurled towards the can
for being imprecise
unsatisfactory
for being human
for being

-Kendall Messner

*****

Blasted by a beerage
of politics.

A pitcher of Ale
in my uncle's stomach
at a pizza parlor
before the elections.

My third birthday.

-Kendall Messner

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Wintermare

Awake started
from slumber
the ice caked
coffin lid
laden lake
lifted spirits
from my
sickled bones.

Fell into frozen
slow confusion
being
bionic man
without the bionic
part.

Waking to warm
sheets shrug
fall back
to astral
playground
again.

-Kendall Messner

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Protest

The Present
Dent
should be straitened
Out
with a Sledge-hammer.

-Kendall Messner

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Do or Do Not

Destiny cuffs
Should
in ear.

Curiousity kicks
Should
in balls.

Contrary holds
Should's
arms as Rebel
pounds ribs
and stomach.

Doubled over
a boot in rump
from Alcohol puts
Should
away for night.

-Kendall Messner

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

3 Year Old Ties it Together

Tea party
with
Spiderman
bride has a
web for
a veil
Velma solves
the mystery of
the sleeping babies
as Elasta-Girl rustles
cattle and Elmo
milks a cow for
Minnie who fell off
of a horse and
calls Mickey
to tell him
she is
ok
just having a
nice
tea party
with
Spiderman.

-Kendall Messner

Flowetry In Motion

About Me

Monday, October 02, 2006

Coos River First of Fall

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Shlahttle Blendithall

Friday, August 18, 2006

Drunken roots

Monday, July 10, 2006

Totally Free

Friday, May 26, 2006

Gutted

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

We Beat The Rain

Friday, April 07, 2006

Grand Finale

Friday, March 24, 2006

Go and Do

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Cooked

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Grandmother Universe

Monday, March 20, 2006

Tossed

Friday, March 17, 2006

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Consumption Unit

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Hitching

Friday, January 20, 2006

Cut

Tide

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Friday, January 06, 2006

Resolution

Thursday, December 22, 2005

King John

Friday, December 16, 2005

Seasons Greedings

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Undercurrent

Friday, December 09, 2005

Drilled for Oil

Friday, December 02, 2005

Monday Meeting

Now

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Whoops!

Friday, November 18, 2005

Sick

Friday, November 11, 2005

Too Heavy to Hold On

Monday, November 07, 2005

A Neon Baseball Cap

Buffalo Chip

Friday, October 21, 2005

Tic Talk

Ahead of the House

Thursday, October 13, 2005

Against Chilly Flow

Monday, October 10, 2005

Hacksaw Man

*******

Shading in the Sun

Closing Time

Friday, October 07, 2005

Extreme Games

*****

Me

****

Tossed Away

*****

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Wintermare

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Protest

Thursday, September 22, 2005

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