barefoot in tremont
to be completely embraced by a city
full immersion within inimitable culture
sweet cleveland improper
bloody forms of honesty spraying from arteries covering complicit poets
forgetting we are strangers before the whiskey runs dry
artists willing to live one more night
our laughter shattering the gaslights
of dead writer heaven
into stars
to know the feel of the sidewalk
as he falls in love
with what the sight of cherry blossoms
do to your eyes
this is to feel poetry
this is what it is to be
barefoot in tremont
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Alicia Young is a poet, teacher, mother, middling pianist, and above average drunk. She has the tongue of a harpy and is rumored to be a bit of a tramp. She is a modern day Southern belle, born on Kentucky’s bourbon trail, who enjoys black coffee in the morning and a fine cigar at night. Her Electra complex is the stuff of legend. She makes a hobby of causing sailors to blush. Ms. Young is the author of Hell on Heels, poems by Alicia Young, released in 2012 by Lady-Lazarus Press.
barefoot in tremont (by Alicia Young)
05 Saturday Oct 2013
Posted 2000s, American, Poetry, Young (Alicia)
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A really fine poem. You rock Ms. Alicia.
what a luvly poem, there’s a wonderful gap filled with these excellent writers
Thanks for reading and responding, Chris and Donnie!