He carries a picture of himself crumbled and worn. Folded in his wallet, in one of those hidden compartments. A picture of when he was young. With a good physic, built and strong. A full head of hair. Every now and then he’ll pull it out, to show some young lads a glimpse of what [...]
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Letting Go by Ivan Brkaric
Posted in Ivan Brkaric, tagged poetry on February 21, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Snake Charmer by Ivan Brkaric
Posted in Ivan Brkaric, tagged poetry on November 1, 2009 | 3 Comments »
There is no charming a snake. Designer jeans and plastic tits. Lies and broken promises. Its not what you can do for him, but what he can do for you. And its true for those who lie with snakes, always expect to be bitten.
