Brevet Wilson

Rookie - 34 Points (Newport Beach, CA,)

Brevet Wilson Poems

1. Sick 10/17/2012
2. Broken 10/17/2012
3. Sign Here, Please: 10/18/2012
4. Tragedy Loves An Audience 10/18/2012
5. 3: 25 Am 10/23/2012
6. Sick Of Home 10/26/2012
7. Oh! I Can'T Say That....(A Revision) 10/26/2012
8. Plagiarized Flesh 11/26/2012
9. Succubus Sans The Happy Ending. 12/1/2012
10. Once, Only Once 12/2/2012
11. Photo Album Completed... 12/23/2012
12. Another Poem About An Inconsequential Girl.... 12/26/2012
13. This Poem Is A Lie. 12/26/2012
14. Heroin's Satelleites 1/13/2013
15. Time Crimes 10/31/2012
16. Sheltered Life: 10/31/2012
17. Big Mouths & Glass Jaws 10/31/2012
18. 1st Date And A Hanging 11/6/2012
19. Julie Whatshername. 11/6/2012
20. ... And I'm No Different 1/23/2013
21. Scorched Earth Policy. 2/4/2013
22. All The Lost Souls... 2/4/2013
23. 3: 15 At A Bus Stop. 2/19/2013
24. Ghosts In Machines (Or 'How To Stay Poor And Influence No One') 10/16/2014
25. Train Wreck Ended By Car Wreck 11/19/2012
26. Daydreaming At 5: 30 Am 11/6/2012
27. Hotel Room #1 1/23/2013
28. A Study In Scarlet And Black #32 10/29/2012
29. 9 Miles On A Dirty Futon 11/7/2012
30. The Pure And Lascivious Period 11/20/2012

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9 Miles On A Dirty Futon

I spent nine miles with her.
in a cheap apartment.
Boxed wine and cheeses with exotic sounding names.
Eaten on a blanket on the floor as we had no table.
we had no couch,
we had no television.
But we had music.

At night we would lay on a futon matress
that layed on the floor.
The streetlight outside the bedroom window playing shadows across sections of her.
First her eyes were lit, the rest of her awash in shadows,
when she turned,
her mouth was visible,
but her eyes were shadowed.
A breast, a thigh, her hair all illuminated
then ...

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There is a room where everything is broken,
a room where gravity even slips gears.
Scrawled and aborted love poems
have been burned into the carpets
with bleach.
If it wasn't for the empty, cold drafts the air would stagnate
and fall to the ground in thick, oozing clumps.
Flies swarm the red wine that is splattered on nicotine stained walls.

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