Potential Titles: Kurt Brown
Feb. 1st, 2010 06:30 pmSpends his whole life fishing in himself - Kurt Brown "Fisherman"
Rumors, myths, vague promises of wonder - Kurt Brown "Fisherman"
Only felt the shadow of something enormous - Kurt Brown "Fisherman"
The shadow of other men's souls passing over him - Kurt Brown "Fisherman"
The frayed boards of his ego, scoured by storm - Kurt Brown "Fisherman"
Wind whispering blandishments in his ears - Kurt Brown "Fisherman"
It's shadow masking all other shadows - Kurt Brown "Fisherman"
Night with its privacies, its alluringly distant stars - Kurt Brown "Fisherman"
The new road runs along the old road - Kurt Brown "Road Trip"
Silos and farmsteads, fruit stands and hogs - Kurt Brown "Road Trip"
Watch the stars on the horizon revolve around my ankles - Kurt Brown "Road Trip"
Because the world keeps changing around them - Kurt Brown "Road Trip"
Their ancient, invisible trails cross and re-cross our own - Kurt Brown "Road Trip"
The wind tries to erase everything, even the future - Kurt Brown "Road Trip"
There's no more anywhere to go - Kurt Brown "Road Trip"
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Rumors, myths, vague promises of wonder - Kurt Brown "Fisherman"
Only felt the shadow of something enormous - Kurt Brown "Fisherman"
The shadow of other men's souls passing over him - Kurt Brown "Fisherman"
The frayed boards of his ego, scoured by storm - Kurt Brown "Fisherman"
Wind whispering blandishments in his ears - Kurt Brown "Fisherman"
It's shadow masking all other shadows - Kurt Brown "Fisherman"
Night with its privacies, its alluringly distant stars - Kurt Brown "Fisherman"
The new road runs along the old road - Kurt Brown "Road Trip"
Silos and farmsteads, fruit stands and hogs - Kurt Brown "Road Trip"
Watch the stars on the horizon revolve around my ankles - Kurt Brown "Road Trip"
Because the world keeps changing around them - Kurt Brown "Road Trip"
Their ancient, invisible trails cross and re-cross our own - Kurt Brown "Road Trip"
The wind tries to erase everything, even the future - Kurt Brown "Road Trip"
There's no more anywhere to go - Kurt Brown "Road Trip"
Poet's page at poets.org.
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