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Poetry of a different perspective. Poems from January 2008- Volume 1. Hurtling to the airport, the cloudless sky. Pronounced above my tiny black car,. No one on the road, nobody to see. Inside the dusty windows, my mother. Dabbing her eyes with tissues. Our faces cover a whole future of missing,. Long days spun in front of us in rooms. Full of pictures, old furniture we both touched. On the banks of the highway, the wheat grass.
On July 16, 2012 by brotonite. 8220; Fast, Furious. 8221; two poems, appear in the newest issue of Gutter Eloquence Magazine. Marlowe edits this awesome journal. You should really check it out. On June 5, 2012 by brotonite. It looks like it has a lot of interesting writing here. You should check it out! We Pay In Dollar Coins.
And what you are yeah I reject it. And you shit on everything I know. Cause you pulled the trigger. This Post IS About You. I know quite a few. This Is Not About You.
An Unemployed Machinist by John Giorno. December 12, 2008 by soundofbuilding. From Georgia 10 days ago. And could not find a job. Walking into a police station. Life and How to Live It. Te Deum by Charles Reznikoff. November 27, 2008 by soundofbuilding. But for the common sunshine,. As well as I was able;.
The last time that there has been a post on this blog was April 2014. There was a time when I would post 15 blogs in a month and I loved it. I have enjoyed much success with what I have wrote. Then I lost the inspiration to write.
The Land of Insecure Giants. Songs Recorded at 30,000 Feet. Songs for the Daily Commute.
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Saturday, October 25, 2014. My heart pounded and my head was spinning. Sweat poured off the brim of my hat and into my eyes. My legs, usually springy and strong, were made of cement, and I willed them into a fast cadence.