Brittany (Brett) Madson
Brittany (Brett) Madson Poems
- Waking, I Remembered waking, I remembered that I needed to ...
- He Walks In Jello He walks in jello like a tub of lapping ...
- I Woke In The Gut Of Dark I woke, love, in the gut of ...
- Me, Too, I Know Those Particul...
- Stare That World Back At Me No... your eyes pull my world ...
Living in the warped reality of California. Love poetry and want to start writing again. Female, mid-thirties, love to dance. more »
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Me, Too, I Know Those Particular Streetlamps
I know those particular streetlamps
where the woman crowd
in the jaundiced light
the unrequited eyes
the smiles that melt off
the body, a ripe statue
and the street like a river
There is a cafe still open
I see you there too
where the people come
with their night hunger
saying 'toujours pour la derniere fois.'
they stare out of half-windows
and they speak of ruins
An angel could pass by
with her gothic shoulders
I would serve a myth
to the people who eat there
The others, you know them,