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Quillsvein1
Jun 28, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

The Man

the man

the man from detox
had a wrist slim but taut
with bulging veins ripe
and pulsating with the tanned
authority of failed age.
he crumpled newspapers
like old ambitions and after
our discussions he’d lay
his head on bundles of them.
i thought walking home
about his unwashed hair bathing
in the sordid paper waters of
contemporary news and the
ageless wood of a park bench.
the pigeons must have chirped
all night, swooping around his dreams

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Conect11

18 years 10 months ago

f*cking quills,

with these last two works your writing is really growing on me! The first five lines remind me of "My Gang" by Jack Kerouac, specifically his description of "Rondo" in that poem. "The tanned authority of failed age..." bravo! Love it! This looks like the poem of somebody comfortable in their skin, I applaud you.
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Quillsvein1

18 years 10 months ago

F*CKing Connect

Thank you! This something I wrote awhile ago, and you go in and out of being comfortable in your own skin--in my experience you write best when you're comfortable. All that "suffering leads to creativity stuff" is BS, in my opinion. I am very flattered.
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Word

18 years 10 months ago

Amazing

I love this poem, beautiful descriptions, you have a way with words as most poets do but still....I'm still flabbergasted! Thanks for the reaD, I loved it! peace