by Adrienne Veronese
sunrise
this
painted lady
i cannot take my eyes off
& by noon i am drunk
on her perfume
clutching
this wild bouquet
between my teeth
stumbling up
the aisle of spring
as if this all wasn't new
not at all concerned
with
my
reputation
From:
California's Lost Coast
Copyright ©:
2009
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Born and raised in the Pacific Northwest. Had an unfortunate run-in with Gregory Corso while working with the Beat poets of Beacon Hill, spent time writing at Vermont's Quarry Hill Creative Center, and studied at the University of Oregon. Currently living on the north coast of California writing novels, essays and poetry as well as the occasional short story.
Last updated April 02, 2015