High, hard cold dipping over the trees of Central Park
Strolling to be seen & making it seem easy
David & I were spinning on a couple of hours sleep
Dug in deep & kept on moving past
Rocks jutting out of the ground against the lake
Fat people laying there without moving, shirt up over their belly
Flapping out over [...]
On February 11, 2009, I read at Velvet Guerilla Cabaret, Michael Slobotzky’s reading at Unurban Coffeehouse in Santa Monica, CA. I read one piece: “High, hard cold dipping over the trees of Central Park…” Please visit www.adambresson.org for more poetry and writing. Hope you enjoy!
Tagged drinking, new york city, september11, subway, videoStricken, caustic city rained on & rotted insides as overnight in Dallas became horizons & light
And you were so beautiful in the haze & disaster of the evening slumped on your suitcase
Sniffing the air & shuffling your feet as your muscles flexed & blended
Dallas is a disaster in the hopeless middle of the country, hollow [...]
With all these goddamn bones breaking around me
And the music spitting & frothing over these long gone people
Playing blues like the kind that kicks you in the face
Keyboard shining red like a hot fire
And that rimshot that cuts the air & disappears
Leaves a feeling in your gut turning over
As fingers cross over the melody
You feel [...]
On January 30, 2009, I read at Rapp Saloon, a reading at the hostel in Santa Monica, CA. I read two pieces: With all these goddamn bones breaking around me and Stricken, caustic city rained on & rotted insides as overnight in Dallas became horizons & light Please visit www.adambresson.org for more poetry and writing. [...]
Tagged blues, dallas, guitar, politics, videoIt’s eyes open during sex in front of the fireplace raging & pulsing
Then Sunday mornings just laying in bed watching you sleep
Hair criss-cross over your shoulders & sockets hiding
Those beautiful blue ice eyes penetrating
It’s back & forth, seesaw red wine spilling into 1970’s bell glasses
From a bottle that bears the name of never traveled mountains [...]
You are my Br-Obama, Obama
I want to be absolutely clear with you, “you can have whatever you like”
I’m not talking about fancy cars, Petron or dollar bill rolls
I’m talking about fixing shit in all 50 without the Cent
Do you favor the white tuffs of a pocket handkerchief sticking out of your breast pocket? Done.
Blacktop basketball [...]
On January 9, 2009, I read at Rapp Saloon, a reading at the hostel in Santa Monica, CA. I read two pieces: You are my Br-Obama, Obama and Its eyes open during sex in front of the fireplace raging & pulsing Please visit www.adambresson.org for more poetry and writing. Hope you enjoy!
Tagged erika, obama, president, sex, videoBuy your bread from a store on the corner whose walls are mostly concrete
Whose smell is like yeast staying too long, whose people are not looking up
Don’t look in the eyes of anyone while you pay with not enough currency for
Yesterday’s bread & the thought that if you break this loaf into 34 pieces you [...]
On December 17, 2008, I read at Velvet Guerilla Cabaret, Michael Slobotzky’s reading at Unurban Coffeehouse in Santa Monica, CA. I read one piece: “How To Be Russian…” Please visit www.adambresson.org for more poetry and writing. Hope you enjoy!
Tagged flowers, grandparents, russian, video, vodka
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