Brent Everett Best Bottom

TO DREAM WITH A SONG TO PASS




No clouds again that we spend together
not be the same sun
we

browned skin was all very different these days
time
eternities between winged and light touch


dew will not be the stars shining so intense

those nights as sweet as summer


when only the dress
salt breeze and covered our bodies

drawing a

now everything is very confusing today
escape winter weather of the soul
parentheses
way down
a broken smile

Angel Bites Or Snake Bites Guys

has nowhere to go as the night
asks who are you?

in this great city in northern ignored and no traces


caught in the numbing cold, his face slowly wanders

while an intruder
feeling exhausted their hands to dig into their pockets
looking for a hot blade of his land
or a photograph

heart sewn and only the echo of his footsteps
say that there is still strange that night
orphans and rust
so different from those of orange blossoms and marsh
that still cover the skin

passage of the night everything is dense and confusing
and music as a focus
behind a glass is cushioned
where the dawn comes he says


how warm hug from a blues-flavored
sadness