American Dream

American Dream

A Poem by Kelly A. Brown

Wine drunk in the afternoon,
it's chilly outside and there's
frost on my windowshield.

I'm alone, still
sitting quietly atop the
American dream,
trying to capture it in my hands
and reclaim it's essence in oak barrels
with plum and black cherry
notes, dripping delicately all the way down my throat.
I bask in the flavor of America.
It tingles in my mind and makes me
wonder precariously about
tomorrow.

 

© 2008 Kelly A. Brown


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you as well, write some wonderful words
this piece is the american dream
i shall read more once i have the time

Posted 11 Years Ago


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I am a writer...I try to write from my soul. I am a fan of Charles Bukowski, Jack Kerouac, and the like. I love crazy poetry, but dislike poor spelling. I guess you can tell more about me by rea.. more..

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