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Exit 8 – A Poem by Brandon White REBLOG
A Poem by Brandon White.
Exit 8 – A Poem by Brandon White
Exit 8
The sky
was an oil painting
and I was stoned
and terrified
doing 80
down i40,
as close
to Hunter S. Thompson
as I'll ever be
In between
moments of sheer panic,
I thought of poetry and art
and how older men confused
by such things
are just older men afraid
of being swallowed up
by a world that never cared
to be understood
I squeal like a child
on exit 8
I spun round and round
careless and unworthy
of my blessings
wrapped in the arms
of my shame
When the car straightened
I wiped away tears
-Brandon White
©Brandon White
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Wow! Feel like I’ve been on a journey.
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Yes! Brandon sure knows how to create the time and place.
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A great one of yours Brandon.
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Wow…..that was amazing.
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You are on my to do list. I’m gonna have to bug you again one day for that book information. Hey do you think Brandon would mind if I share this on my Tumblr? With his credit as author of course. It’s really poignant and that crowds skews young and I think they’d enjoy some poetry.
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I would guess he’d be fine with that, he shares his work on IG I know. I can ask him, if you’d like.
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No need to ..just wanted to make sure you thought it would be ok. That works for me. Thanks
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