Steven Kent


Parts Unknown
(Or, Every Mechanic’s Estimate)

Your discombobulator sprang a leak
That rusted out the manitorken springs,
Which cracked the carbomatic where it’s weak
And warped the hydropaniformic slings.

This made your floriturbometric struts
Drop down and block the posipinrod flow,
And that stripped out the keratonic nuts;
These hold the transcominions from below.

I think that while the comprostater’s out,
Your camterfusion gear should be replaced—
It’s disconnected from the spintergout,
So all your pneumocandoms need respaced.

The camaforic fluid’s very gray,
Which points to deficlusion in the base.
And though your hemispanic looks okay
I recommend a new one just in case.

Behind Every Cloud

My car wouldn’t start and the bus didn’t show;
The boss blew his top ’cause he could.
No job now, no money, it’s 20 below—
Things aren’t good.

The power’s cut off, I’ve got nowhere to turn:
Old friends all say “broke—sorry, lad”
(Though out on the town they have money to burn).
This is bad.

No food in my cupboard, the dog ran away,
Eviction’s begun on my flat.
But Sadie just told me she’s leaving today,
So there’s that.

Critic’s Choice

My latest book has caught one fan’s attention;
Five stars now on Amazon, woo-hoo!
Deep gratitude, Oh Reader, merits mention:
Thanks, Mom, for that really nice review.

Steven Kent is the poetic alter ego of writer and musician Kent Burnside ( His work appears in 251, Asses of Parnassus, Light, Lighten Up Online, New Verse News, Philosophy Now, Pulsebeat Poetry Journal, The Road Not Taken: A Journal of Formal Poetry, Snakeskin, and Well Read. His collection I Tried (And Other Poems, Too) was published in 2023 by Kelsay Books. (Reviewed here.)