NIGHT AND AGAIN
I dream recurring tornados
seen through windows
of cars and old
country houses.
Lately snowstorms, too. Driving hard
on slick roads while
adrenaline
and fear mix with
a hurricane sleep. A sudden
jolt and then eyes
wide, awake, still
feeling the wind.
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DESPLOME « PoeticGrin.com: The Poetry of Bryan Borland
July 4, 2009 at 9:24 am
This link thing is bizarre!! But who gives a fuck, this little poem rocks… I know you have your aim and main focus (your sexuality) but when you move past it, and wallow in the darker parts of your soul, your stuff becomes mind blowing.
bindo
July 5, 2009 at 10:36 am
as I explore you work I’m thinking along the same lines as ‘bindo’–now here’s an odd dot connection–and I’ve taken note that this was written August 2008–a couple weeks ago I was fully awake driving closer and closer to what I wondered ‘if’ it was a tornado cloud forming–was not–and while my ‘judgement’ kept saying ’stop! just stop here on this road where no one else is driving in either direction’–I didn’t stop no matter how slow I had to go–cause I could literally see the white not raining clouds beyond in that huge F*&^ing sky…still working on that poem—
so, your ‘dream’ connects with my roadtrip in a very interesting way…—back to bindo—yeah–when we get beyond ourselves things can get really really interstingly intense…
47whitebuffalo
July 16, 2009 at 1:12 pm
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