Bridgeport Poems - Poems about Bridgeport

...Once a private eye I fled for my life. I hid in Bridgeport, wanting Ann to wife. But out of the past Whit’s thug Joe found me, “Whit wants your snoop skills. Jeff it has t......

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... Listen with that, hear the words bounce back, Listen to the Boogeyman, play the jumping jacks, G's trading war stories smoking on the fattie that, Got them loud joking about the ol......

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...Translation of Eric Mottram’s 1922 Section 1 by T. Wignesan for David Attoe Notre devise pourrait être: ‘que nous nous ne soyons pas envoûtés’ Wittgenstein in Zettel laissez pendre la ......

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...Five years later I still think about: sitting on the wooden steps of your backyard in a heatwave summer wind bangs the screen door shut your hair against your face, sticky heat gravel bet......

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...Mirthful memories of stitches and axel grease, Kennel Clubs and snicker doodles. Memories like colors, collected on an artist’s palette, Stirred with southpaw patience, Finding her backward chi......

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...The images plucked from a full soft drive like over blown berries threatening to fall……blasted to the humus. Swing chains creak. The high-backed, heart carved, chalk white, front porch swing sways;......

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