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“Nightime wasn’t the way it was supposed to go down…”

Nightime wasn’t the way it was supposed to go down
In a town on the edge of the bay, daytime boats
You talking through tears about something that face did
And the way when he put his hand on your shoulder to say, “I’m sorry”
It made your skin crawl across the floor & disappear into the corner
Another glass [...]

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Adam Bresson Reading At Rapp Saloon (8/7/2009)

On August 7, 2009, I read at Rapp Saloon, a reading at the hostel in Santa Monica, CA. I read two pieces: “Nearly impossible to unbuild something…” and “Nightime wasnt the way it was supposed to go down…” Please visit www.adambresson.org for more poetry and writing. Hope you enjoy!

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Adam Bresson Reading At Barnes ‘N Noble (6/27/2009)

On June 27, 2009, I read at Barnes ‘N Noble Encino, Ron Dvorkin’s reading. I read two pieces: “Chicken by the pound put down…” and “Without battery automatic operated” Please visit www.adambresson.org for more poetry and writing. Hope you enjoy!

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“Without battery automatic operated…”

Without battery automatic operated
Ron rages on in the pushed together lips
And creased brow of a man waiting to scream
Whiskey-powered blood
Hidden in a flask that has scraped on it
The initials of his grandfather’s grandfather
Dvorski name carved out callously
Could have been Dvorak, Dorski, Dvorka
Would have been a disaster
That fallen son haunts you
To be reborn afterbirth wasn’t your [...]

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“O Grandmother, protect us & your memory…”

O Grandmother, protect us & your memory
Lay in the Earth & let every thought of you remind us where our center is
The day you passed away in a violent torrent of gasps & tears
Son pounding on your chest, daughter wishing away your last breath, hoping for another first
Grandson crying, not understanding what force takes your [...]

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Adam Bresson Featuring At Rapp Saloon (6/20/2008) – Part 1

On June 20, 2008, I featured at Rapp Saloon, a reading at the hostel in Santa Monica, CA. I read six pieces: “Our love was powerful like a rap video…”, “O Grandmother, protect us & your memory…”, “What you have inside of you must feel like black & dust…”, “Rocks glass fragmenting into stars & [...]

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