Karen

It's cold in November. She's warm.

On evenings when the wind
blows hard from the Northeast,
and men with smoky breath
tell me clouds of cigarette poetry,
on nights like that, when every
drop of air I breathe reminds
me of Ginsberg Kerouac Cassady,
I sit on cold bricks and think of
you in stanzas that warm my lips.

Reviews

[Lina Lynn]

Interesting. Good write.

[ArieannexAntithetic]

I think this is a very lovely write.
"I sit on cold bricks and think of
you in stanzas that warm my lips."
You sound like a wonderful writer how has good potential.
Keep it up! =D
-ArieannexAntithetic

[GlaSSeS11GeniuS]

I'm not a writter so don't bash me if I give a negative comment about what you wrote ok. You should have elaborated more on the poem you wrote. Don't take it the hard way okay. I'm just saying my opinion.

[Meradee]

This is interesting. A little confusing but still pretty. I enjoyed it. A picture was painted in my head, a lot was left to my imagination but non the less still nicely written.
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