Mindgallery
Missed Connections in Brooklyn
Soar through your dreams by StampingMad
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flesh packed by the pound
with broken hearts
tightly wound
and in the morning when
the day begins
we wear our smiles and
crooked grins
and lay down at night and
shed our sins
spent and tired but
full of grace
and yet these lines
we can’t
erase
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finding that place where i step into space
and lose myself
like an alien who eats human emotions
i’m lost in the oceans of your
desire
and like a human that’s been
dipped in cumin
i’m on fire
111
blessed is the light that
leaves us
for i have no sword or
bow and arrow
and yet here i fly
like a simple
sparrow
One Year Ago: Missed Connection Asheville: Serenade at Greenlife
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
As Brooklyn poet Lee Taylor rarely updates his Mindgallery blog, “With All Our Forgets and Plans” (hint hint) the only way to find his writing is to routinely troll the Brooklyn missed connections. As the messages disappear forever within 7 days (kind of a strange, book of Genesis vibe there – why 7 days and not 8? hmmm…) these poems are like scraps of paper in the wind. In sight momentarily and then gone forever.
