Biography of Chris Wrzesien
I'm taking a few months off of college to see the world and hopefully leave boyhood behind. It's called my Summer of Man-a-morphosis. So far I'm working as a handyman apprentice with my uncle, and am hoping to work on some farms in a few months. I like guitar, bikes, blueberries, and girls with red hair.
Chris Wrzesien Poems
God Of The Ants
I am watching an army of ants pick apart the crust of my bread (which is fine, because I was done eating, and there wasn't enough butter on the crust anyway) ,
I'd rather look to the sky for answers - she watches the world and provides the rain, while books are closed and suddenly blinded - they have no concept of blossoming change.
The window woke me this morning, wanting to witness something new, so Iwondered whether I should attempt the routine that only weird and wonderful friends do.
My Thoughts, Your Thoughts
When I sit with my back straight and my eyes closed vividly visualizing my happy place on a mountain rock under orange skies with all my happy people
I sat backward in the van today seats so cluttered with junk that I had to sit on the floor, staring at the back window.
To Carry On The Word Of My Old Friend Ri...
Once great mighty river, why so thin? why so tired? Your raging battle cry through the wood is now an endless sigh of watery air.
I sat backward in the van today
seats so cluttered with junk
that I had to sit on the floor,
staring at the back window.
my mother calls to me,
There is that restaurant
where we went for your birthday,