. 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

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Another's Kiss is Better

An old poem from a faraway land...

The jungle’s hot tonight
Alive with a thousand lights
Each one too hot to touch
Shining bright, each over a single life

We’re all alone
Waiting for someone to join our company
Standing with shadows
We crush cigarettes beneath our feet

One drink to remember
One drink to fall
Another’s kiss is better
When the alternative is nothing at all

Because the Devil’s place is the night
No one dreams here anymore
We live hoping everything’s wrong
And pray in the morning we’re right


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