Wednesday, April 10, 2024

Sugar High By Kevin M. Hibshman

Sat sipping it.

Smile on my face.

Feeling my fingertips sizzle.

Time for somersaults on the grass outside.

Stunned neighbors close their windows.

I want to sing and screech like a wild insect with a warning direct from God.

Come out.

Join the revolution.

Join the reverberation.

For fuck's sake, DO SOMETHING!






Kevin M. Hibshman has had poems published in many journals and magazines world wide.In addition, he has edited his poetry zine, Fearless, since 1990 and is the author of sixteen chapbooks including Love Sex Death Dreams (Green Bean Press, 2000) and Incessant Shining (Alternating Current, 2011).

His current book Cease To Destroy from Whiskey City Press is currently available on Amazon.

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