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Carmine Fin, Golden Road: Poems 2014-2016 by M. Krashes amazon.com/dp/1539850021/… via @amazon
but I had to slow it down, go against the grain of keeping the high going. Don’t like down time but yesterday was so traumatic, I knew I needed to quiet my mind today. Such as it is. (My mind). #Excerpt
old prairie tree beaten and bent by years of storms and seared with countless scars with a silent moan deeper and deeper you dig your roots into life #vss365
. the map shows the lakes as green expanses with railroad lines running next to them. I picture the vistas. The clear liquid bliss. #excerpt
In the flophouse I sit on the bed with the map in my outstretched arms. “me and brenda are goin up to lake whatever to have a trip down memory lane,” #excerpt
(silver glitter fingernails peel a packet of powder into a water glass). “sometimes people use aspartame. Americans think their MasterCard protects them from everything.” #Excerpt
“hi.” he lies on the bed showing crocodile teeth, pockmarked skin and a peace sign. Polish the wood. Go ahead. Don't worry about the carvings. #Excerpt
. Plus always weed in those football things. Power-hitters or something they were called, I don’t remember. But they were great. You got high fast. That was a good thing. in his car of course, my parents would never give me a car, what are you kidding? #Excerpt
Anonymous, completely nebulous territory. For 16-year-old me, perfect. The perfect setup. #Excerpt
he was there, working alongside a tough guy who might have just gotten out of jail I mean seriously, the guy gave off such a vibe, like mean. Maybe he misses me. #Excerpt
trying to give someone advice in a quagmire and the parking lot. and the mountains. #Excerpt
goth girl at the front counter black lipstick pierced lips gave us no contact even at the counter level. #Excerpt
His hair with white streaks. I left with other bill. nuts? Probably somewhere halfway. nothing to worry about. #Excerpt
Natalie performs for them the great drama of me containing the serpent. They all laugh hysterically. I kick the shit out of her. #Excerpt
i am walking. the fair is in late afternoon. the sun is strong on the waving, evenly spaced trees. #Excerpt
a book of poems concerning angels appears in my hand. i put it down. everything costs. #Excerpt
My shadow self loves mushrooms. I can’t stand them. So anytime I see it eating some, I step into the shade— "Now how are they? I say to it.
From The Essential C.D.WRIGHT 2025 @CopperCanyonPrs This lyric surprises the casual reader acquainted with her famous open forms, but not for long. The archetypical take on a moment of insight is faithful to what is. The final line reveals in ordinary language inscape.
blue sky falls in and out raindrops intersperse the beating of the sun violet dreaming #vss465 #violet