Throating "f"s

Ok, I can go to bed now. I've had my Brian/Olya fix. Thank you. ~Anna

you seem to try so hard to fit the gritty words in that theres no actual action. lovely use of albumen, thogh. but who am i?

It must have felt real good to get this one out my friend. You pound your force into this, and it is as evident as a naked cigar smoker in church. What a lucky strike.A lucious bit of dirt thats better on the outside then in. B

Jackson Pollock and Amy winehouse what a pairing lol ?? or am I reading more into it than I should ... brilliant poem my friend ... bigggg smiles for this one love and biggest hugs Jayne-Chloe x x

those scandal mags! I have, through someone else's misfortune, gotten a subscription to US Weekly, I think that the stories that are presented, are mostly garbage. It just makes me think that all anyone wants, is to see someone who is riding high, get ripped off their horse and pushed in the dirt. Nice summation of a gritty rag, dealing out jazzed up bits of lucious dirt. ~ Gee

Congrates on spotlight Brian .... woooop ~! lol love and higgliest bugs Jayne-Chloe x x x

I like this, its somewhat angry. Well crafted. I look forward to reading more of your work

I have a huge addiction, a monumental addiction: life and love. I can't get enough of either. And I may be doomed to live life without the latter. We'll see. Today is crunch day. It's strange how there's that small petty mean-spirited part of us that somehow feels good when others come toppling off the pedestals on which we place them. And never ask why we place folks above us. Not a poem for the feint and the squeamish. Neither is life. ~A

This poem pasted a perma-grin on my face as I read this. I loved every wretched word. Please give me more I feel starved now or maybe it is addicted? Either way where have you been all my life you sweet albumen LOVE it!!! *drools*

Ann of Norway Phlegm-laced shoes! Oh blimey Brian what a sight, what a painted splash of washed-up slime and it is translated suddenly into words, words those strung up rows of letters that constitute a description of something, or of nothing. Puffing villains, burnt in the morning's toaster to a black frazzle, separated and yet of the same substance. Deep in the seas of blasphemous gunge, their bubble of self-satisfied explosive expressions burst loudly, and like the blizzard, flatten the trees to the earth's wet surface. Egg whites stiffen in frightened shock as the pure is tainted with its poisonous pointillistic dribblings arbitrarily swept over the face (ear) with a bravado that blinds the eye with its bright colours. Drunken red inebriated dirt takes on a garb and dances in the macabre light of the white of day, you don't say? Love Margaret Ann. "yolks running, snorkeling"...snorkeLLing

hi brian its great to get to read your words this makes a great read enjoyed and will return cheers brian ,,,,,,,,,ziggy

liked the rhythms and the imagery. Re dreams I keep a notebook by my bed, often write in the dark, (use a big notebook,) good way to capture the blarney either just before sleep or waking up. Let the subconscious do all the work.

The last two lines i especially love, winehouse is an amazing singer and writer. We drank in her pub in camden sometimes, before it burnt down hoping for a glimps of her, in a salacious way, of admiration, not the way that people like to dis her for falling. She has been rumoured to be seeing that ''young fellow'' again, but then you know what these rumours are like ; ) I love the poem, taking quite yukky things to portray the truth of those poeples situations in a succinct way. I do hope that you write more poetry Brian, like your blogs it always gives me food for thought vix Optimism in adversity nutures positive outcomes

hi again , this reads even better on another read , it i like the word useage the second stanza is my fav every word ,,,,,,,great read ,,,,,,,,,,,zigs