Lucky that you came back on the grid & had the raw courage to write to me long gone
Lucky that we shared Thanksgiving plates at your sister’s home, cut turkey, ate endless pies
Lucky that you spent the last night with me before I left Seattle & your perfume thread into my blanket
Lucky that when you [...]
On July 17, 2009, I read at Rapp Saloon, a reading at the hostel in Santa Monica, CA. I read four pieces: “Past out fake out…”, “I see the Mexican or South American version of you…”, “Cougar den half past ten in too big for its bitches Houston…” and “Lucky that you came back on [...]
Also tagged cougar, lucky, mexican, poetry, videoEating sushi triangles on a bench in Beverly Hills Park
The painting perfect nightfall elegantly supposed
I turn to you & smile about something I saw
We saw the same thing
Santa Monica Boulevard isn’t a nightmare tonight
Cars going east & west seemingly in moving picture rotations
With Friday night clothes passengers flirting
We are the same thing
Long green strands of [...]
On June 5, 2009, I featured at Rapp Saloon, a reading at the hostel in Santa Monica, CA. I read seven pieces: “Our love was powerful like a rap video…”, “Out here in this zero sum space…”, “Portland is a full-bellied rivertown, round gut, sitting long on its lancing…”, “Without battery automatic operated…”, “Eating sushi [...]
Also tagged japanese, poetry, portland, rap, sushi, videoOn June 5, 2009, I featured at Rapp Saloon, a reading at the hostel in Santa Monica, CA. I read seven pieces: “Our love was powerful like a rap video…”, “Out here in this zero sum space…”, “Portland is a full-bellied rivertown, round gut, sitting long on its lancing…”, “Without battery automatic operated…”, “Eating sushi [...]
Also tagged japanese, poetry, portland, rap, sushi, videoYou hold dearly the sage-colored earthen coffee cup without handles
in your hands with short fingernails. Introduce me to
Japanese Gyokuro fine green tea which made long centuries ageless.
Tell me stories of hiking up the mountains North Face backpack black
with no particular destination miles above a quiet tanakamura. Planned for tucked away
places to look out on a [...]
On February 28, 2009, I read at Barnes ‘N Noble Encino, Ron Dvorkin’s reading. I read two pieces: “Insidious crooked fingers…” and “You hold dearly the sage-colored earthen coffee cup without handles…” Please visit www.adambresson.org for more poetry and writing. Hope you enjoy!
Also tagged japanese, lantern, past, poetry, tea, 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 [...]
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!
Also tagged obama, president, sex, ti, video
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