Justin Tallman

Rookie (September 4th,1989 / Milwaukee, WI)

Justin Tallman Poems

41. The Heart 11/21/2012
42. The Face 11/25/2012
43. The Dumb Ass With A Keyboard 9/25/2013
44. The Dull Knife & The Absurd Weed 1/4/2013
45. The Dragon, The Illusionist, And The Spider Ft. The Backless Chair 11/21/2012
46. The Door 12/20/2012
47. The Day After Cocaine 11/27/2012
48. The Curious Cow 1/29/2013
49. The Complexeties Of Expressing A Smile 2/22/2013
50. The Chair & The Window 12/11/2012
51. The Black Tar Heart 9/24/2013
52. The Astronaut 1/15/2013
53. The Angel's Restraining Order 11/23/2012
54. The Alleys Of Madness 11/21/2012
55. Tear Me Apart 12/22/2012
56. Stain Glass Heart 1/13/2013
57. Sponge 11/21/2012
58. Songs Of Autumn 9/25/2013
59. Snow 12/11/2012
60. Sidewalk Chalk 12/12/2012
61. Shit 3/27/2013
62. Saturday 9/28/2013
63. Rock 'N Roll 12/20/2012
64. Robert Downey Jr. 11/21/2012
65. Rest In Peace (Rest In Price) 12/8/2012
66. Refusal 2/20/2013
67. Protagonist 2/19/2013
68. Perfect At My Lowest 11/21/2012
69. Patience 11/21/2012
70. Patches The Great 11/27/2012
71. One Last Suicidal Prayer 11/25/2012
72. On The Rocks 9/25/2013
73. On The Edge Of A Broken Heart 9/25/2013
74. Oh Madness 9/24/2013
75. Of Sand & Waves 12/8/2012
76. Nothing Beautiful 12/13/2012
77. Never Blink 10/2/2013
78. Nazis 12/9/2012
79. Narcissism In Poetic Terms 12/30/2012
80. My Vampire Queen 1/8/2013
Best Poem of Justin Tallman

Childhood

Leaves are falling
on the ground
snow will cover
all around
we sit inside
and play with toys
and video games

The sun comes up
melts away
all the worries
and troubles that sting
the thoughts of
our parents
now they start to sing

We jump in pools
play in fields
pick the flowers
dream with clouds
O how
summer was great

Can you smell
the barbecue
supper's ready
grab your plates
bite the smoky meat
off the bone
smell the charcoal
haze

Watch the pink
horizon
the sun sets
inviting fire ...

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Milwaukee, Wi

O, to be a mad man
a poet
a genius
a revolutionist
who can grasp
the Californian sands

To abandon
the Midwestern mind

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