Running like hell The El kicks out trash & dust down the dirty streets of Chicago
Chases around corners with the stale smoke of mourners & the sunrise vigilance
It is a heads-tails chance that you wake up in your own bed
Mother’s Father’s cross above your head & a two day old glass of gin
Bed sheets stained [...]
Cigarette mouth tastes like trash & burn
She always knew how to kiss me wrong
Too tight t-shirt & bobbed hair
Fumbling in the moonlight for that tremendous bra strap
Held in thunder, her “best asset”
Breaking the wood & bleeding out
The sound used to runaway & hide
I’d put on Sinatra as you lay your jangly purse
By the endtable not [...]
My baby likes soft rock, not no jazz
Like the kind of music that you heard behind the kiss at the end of an 80’s movie
That sounds mechanical but rousing so it puts her in THE MOOD
She thinks it is smooth & it makes her think of fancy parades
Marching lock step, cloth plumage, high-hats & cotton [...]
On July 24, 2009, I read at Rapp Saloon, a reading at the hostel in Santa Monica, CA. I read four pieces: “In waters it’s starting, Phoenix Best Western…”, “My baby likes soft rock, not no jazz…”, “You need to imagine that you were sitting right there in Andys…” and “Cigarette mouth tastes like trash [...]
Also tagged breasts, jazz, phoenix, poetry, soft rock, 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 erika, obama, president, ti, videoOn March 5, 2008, I read at Velvet Guerilla Cabaret, Michael Slobotzky’s reading at Unurban Coffeehouse in Santa Monica, CA. I read one piece: “Paulo drove his midnight blue still kicking Buick Regal all the way to Bremerton in this beating rain…” Please visit www.adambresson.org for more poetry and writing. Hope you enjoy!
Also tagged bremerton, craigslist, paulo, road trip, videoOn March 5, 2008, I read at Velvet Guerilla Cabaret, Michael Slobotzky’s reading at Unurban Coffeehouse in Santa Monica, CA. I read one piece: “Paulo drove his midnight blue still kicking Buick Regal all the way to Bremerton in this beating rain…” Please visit www.adambresson.org for more poetry and writing. Hope you enjoy!
Also tagged bremerton, craigslist, paulo, road trip, videoIn this good dream we were slow fucking on the beach
The waves raved over our shoulders’ portending another coming
We fumbled around looking for something to hold on to
We were knowingly washing out to sea
I imagine me dressed as a Roman soldier, all brass & bravado
Long talon knives with fire-hardened armor instead of blue jeans & [...]
Starting in the middle of a lingering late night crowd out loud,
there she was wearing a fire engine red dress,
that clung to her like air made men stare,
made them trip over their feet & the sidewalks.
Fire engine red loud like a clanging bell,
made everything swell crossing the boardwalk
out at Salt Creek Beach, minding the waves,
she [...]
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