First You Have To Love Yourself
moving back to the town
I grew up in was a complete mistake,
just chasing twenty year old ghosts.
When I left, everyone was older than me.
Now Im one of them. The old.
Gray beard, anonymous pains that find
a new spot to warm each morning.
When I last lived here I was a punk,
and if that punk sat
next to my current self,
hed smirk and chuckle,
not recognizing himself.
And Id grumble about sitting
next to a know nothing
Kennedy, currently living in Portland, Oregon, has had poems
published in the States, England, and Scotland.