Wickedly wet liver
Soaked for lack of living
Soaked for a sotted giver
Weighs a ton & ways onward
The special things that are gone toward
And the death of the run-up to The Suffocate
Gold-guilded bracelet & stoplight jewels
An OC evening on plasticine deck chairs
And so that song’s gotta play
And so I’m gonna stay right here frozen
It’s a bitter still [...]
Broken arm summer
Where I put the pins in
And reset the bone
With drunken days &
Seekless night
Stumble on & stupid fights
Your mighty 3-1-0 N.M.O.
Almost said & choked up head
Sunday morning calling to say goodbye
To Brillo cream & little eyes
And all the friends that look like you
Winter flu, upside down
False stops & parking lot tickets
Your mighty M.O.
Was to [...]
I see the Mexican or South American version of you
In the mall crowd so flowing over the ivory tile
Smaller like you with stuck on doll features
Pinned down chin & grown over cheekbones
It’s the Gulfstream flow of your shoulder blades
And the sensitive top skin of your palms that is the tell
But it is not you from [...]
Past out fake out
As out of the frying pan you
Is into the oven me
And all over the crawl
Of my skin I sweat you out
Like a schoolyard fight
Get it off me
Peel the skin
I swear to you
This too won’t last
I’ll sell it all off
For another’s smile
It’s the bravado of not saying
And the stranger danger
Of never knowing
Auction all [...]
Insidious crooked fingers
Point no way.
And it is the very mention of your favorite song
That reminds me of cast out minor chord melodies played.
You didn’t have a favorite color.
You had a minor disease.
And it was easier to wait around,
Then airlift in our supplies.
And I stayed around for eyes.
For the vagrant sidestreet promise of
Coughing wind in the [...]
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 erika, japanese, lantern, poetry, tea, videoA box full of “things”
Your things, the disconnected emotion
Your picture on my windowsill
Red hair still in the sink
And the far down feeling
That this is the punch-in-the-face last of it
It was your penguin pajamas
With the skis & snow shoes on them
Softness, barely fitting past this
And I listen to all of “The Weight Is A Gift”
From guitar [...]
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