
Hello Friends,
Snow is falling outside as I write to you now. I’m feeling better after a few days of recovery from minor surgery, slowly pushing myself to do more each day.
I’ve been thinking a lot about expectations over the last few days. A free verse poem below.
A Taste:
A taste
You’re lucky if you get one
To study
flavors infinitely complex
Test the nose,
detect floral notes and a hint of bullshit
Think it
and it can be yours
A silver platter
of cocaine and your best friends fingers
Write the poem,
fold it neatly and set it on fire
One more taste
of the life I thought would be mine
and I'll dig
a ditch to die in
-Brandon White
Let’s goooo 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
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Appreciate you always, bro!
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Wonderful!!
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Thanks so much, my friend. 🙏🏻
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The first line, just sets the tone perfectly…🖤
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Thanks for reading, my friend!
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