Do you remember? The night we met? I do. You shuffling Sam the Sham and I the British Invasion beneath a thatched roof known as Lake Worth rock-out that survived the year of my Mod collar splashed with Royal Lyme. Black curls and jet-blue eyes exhaling a pheromone designed to drag an otherwise crippled boy [...]
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THE NIGHT WE MET by Alan Britt
Posted in Alan Britt, tagged poetry on August 29, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
WHAT WOULD RUMI DO? by Alan Britt
Posted in Alan Britt, tagged poetry on February 5, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Friend, I wish you wouldn’t do that. Friend, and I speak from experience, you need to warn me before arriving at my doorstep. Perhaps it’s better this way, no festering neglects, those dreaded sick roses. And, perhaps, finally I’ll ride that beautiful black and white pinto I’ve been dreaming about these past six months. Perhaps [...]
THE EGO by Alan Britt
Posted in Alan Britt, tagged poetry on January 9, 2010 | 1 Comment »
(The ego simply disappears the moment you touch him.) –Kabir Imagine diving into daily existence without intent of ever finding something solid, something rusted, perhaps, but otherwise resembling an anchor say, from the Wydah or the Santa Maria? My money’s on the anchor though I’m a Socialist defending one of the few sanctuaries we’ve got [...]
