. 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

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Virginia





Little international wanderer,
Overseeing architecture all around the world,
We found the Atlantic Ocean after walking barefoot
   through Savannah grass,
And you told me that you loved me when you were drunk,

Rooftop parties in the New York city clouds,
Someone’s couch to crash on,
I found you on the dance floor and
   you invited my dog to share your backyard
wearing my sunglasses in the dark.

11.18.09

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