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Description
In "Bark Too" the poet delves deep into the essence of humanity, laying bare the raw and unvarnished truths of life. These verses are not just poems; they are the barks, growls, whines, and snuggles of the human experience. Just as a dog barks to capture your attention and growls in the face of danger, these poems demand your attention, whether they make you pause and reflect or rush to your fridge for a cucumber (we leave that up to your imagination).
This collection is a visceral exploration of our shared human experiences and emotions. It's about the laughter and the tears, the joys and the sorrows, and the complex tapestry of our lives. "Bark Too" is a poetic journey that invites you to embrace the truth, unfiltered and unapologetic. So, take a chance, breeze through the samples, and immerse yourself in the symphony of words that make up our humanity. Woof!
Excerpts:
After the Club
Empty-handed, empty-hearted, empty pocketed you go home
Where is the love Where is the love your heart sings a sad sad song
You drank and acted a fool, laughed when you wanted to cry
Kept up appearances in the Ed Hardy rags you procured from Costco
You flashed change, chain and eyes. One paid attention then
Discounted your pennies and cheap gold-filled dreams
You didn't matter naked or clothed in his eyes
Your change and chains ain't enough
To warm your bed.
Young Bones
maybe it's because you
haven't traveled the path littered
with broken glass and stepped over
carcasses of despair, maybe it's because your eyes shine bright with moon dreams
and maybe it's the silly things
like running naked through parks and mooning
old farmers riding ancient mechanical mules,
dancing until your skin turns liquid, or doing that "flip" thing with your hair curled like fingers...
I don't know...
maybe it's just you calling me "poppi" that makes me
love you, young bones.
Spécifications
Parties prenantes
- Auteur(s) :
- Editeur:
Contenu
- Langue:
- Anglais
- Collection :
Caractéristiques
- EAN:
- 9781878774071
- Date de parution :
- 01-09-13
- Format:
- Ebook
- Protection digitale:
- /
- Format numérique:
- ePub
