Poems Without Parents | Marc Brimble | Substack

Looking at my reflection in a puddle I saw a beggar a shoe on her hand hope in her eyes no one saw her I think, except for I. Everyone glided by gazing at the glimmer of expensive trinkets they didn’t need in the shop windows streaked with tears.

Mar 21

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My eyes caught by long aching hills beyond, blue swells. A vagabond sun invites me makes me sleep makes me dream makes me cry, for my love - what if…

Mar 5

Connect What takes place in the micro second between screen swipe and post like? my fingertips underneath algorithmic worms data devouring shitting it…

Feb 24

You have a poet's heart They said Too bad I shrugged it all away In countless nights and days ash trays and bedrooms Too bad I threw it all away…

Feb 20

I want to be the bozo on the bus who nobody notices part of the scenery of life I don’t want to have to sit with all these strangers share the times I…

Feb 13

drowning i feel the embrace of all these excellent strangers for a time we are united forgetting we have lives outside of this moment

Feb 7

I saw you floating your tiny body lost among the white waves of your bed the currents carried you away toward the estuary driftwood we stretched out for…

Jan 20

(after Sleeping Gypsy, by Henri Rousseau (France) 1897)

Jan 13

Poems Without Parents

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