15/01/2020
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Hey all, I’m super honored to do a collab with my insta-friend and incredibly talented writer/poet , guy who wears his heart on his sleeve, often with very relatable writings that we feel but just can’t put words to. Here’s an image of mine that Brandon used as a springboard to write something that some of you might relate to. Enjoy and please feel free to tag him on any feedback you have for his poem, he’d really appreciate it.
My feet touch forbidden blacktop
about 30 feet from the crosswalk
they prefer you use.
Behold my only
act of rebellion today.
My small way of setting fire
to the world.
Really, I'm just impatient.
The roasted duck soup I had for lunch
left a strange taste in my mouth,
like cruel words.
The cold air feels electric
and helps to push me forward.
Up and down the avenue I go,
resisting the pull of each passing bar
and warm thoughts of good rye.
Hear me now;
I long for nothing.
Not for love or understanding.
Not for pity or prayer.
I have accepted my nature.
Born to wander.
Born to wonder.
Born to sit in the burning room
unblinking.
-Brandon White
@ Ocean Grove, New Jersey
