. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Awkward Writers Night Moment

These groups are a haven for awkward moments of all kinds, and this is mainly why I love attending. The more the merrier!!!

The personal choice he makes,
a road soda sweating coldly in his hand,
an empty flask under his seat,
over-confident brown hair reflecting
     artist’s orbs that hang like cocoons from the ceiling,
glowing globes of paper mache’,
his fingernails interlocked around a knee,
his knee,
fragile wrists,
a baby’s face and a man’s laugh,
cowboy boots too clean for cowboy boots,

He croons for her,
and they laugh at his dead unfunny jokes,
this conversation a precipice,
both of them dangling dangerously close to an awkward abyss,
commitment wavering,
they fight to halt the derailed freight train
     of their chance encounter in the aisle.


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