Is Molly actually cross-eyed?, heavy water carried in the bottom, nothing thoughts in the top, steals a cigarette as the Fort-Worth stripper girl gives it away for free, & me sipping scotch Johnny Walker Red, someone has lost their mama, someone has lost their way, sweatshirt closet gay tells his TXT buddy he won’t have [...]
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A neon Dramamine of gradual death, in the throes of businessmen speak
With their twisted tongues torn out & transformed into YES speak doublespeak
Finely pressed Brooks Brothers shirts hiding their now never pulsing hearts, forgotten heartbeats
Pants with stretch waists, measured in small, medium, large with [...]
On August 14, 2009, I read at Rapp Saloon, a reading at the hostel in Santa Monica, CA. I read two pieces: “I was falling in Reno, falling over, falling down & falling into…” and “I asked her, ‘Who will get the bullet & who will get the blank?’…” Please visit www.adambresson.org for more poetry [...]
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