Author
Poet
Screenwriter
Hoodlum
Breeze Vincinz
BREEZE LOVE SOUL
WATERMARK
© Breeze Vincinz
There’s a cat on a ledge
and a smell in the freezer
a chubby Russian in the pool
with really skinny legs
We look at the watermark
Could it be a snake on my ceiling
or a church, a hand or a parade
making us wonder
You and your ex
Me at my best
Neither is worthy
To contemplate on long
So we talk of the suicidal cat
The watermark clouds on my ceiling
The misshapen Russian
And just hope this is love
This is a poem I wrote one morning when I first moved to Los Angeles and was falling in love with this complicated and amazing dude. For those who have been following me over the years, I refer to him as “Dean” in my blog. I remember peacefully waking up with him in my apartment and just starting to jot down things I was seeing. He recently passed away, so this is just a sweet little moment in time when we were together and trying to figure things out.
Writer's Notes
Writer's Notes
This is a poem I wrote one morning when I first moved to Los Angeles and was falling in love with this complicated and amazing dude. For those who have been following me over the years, I refer to him as “Dean” in my blog. I remember peacefully waking up with him in my apartment and just starting to jot down things I was seeing. He recently passed away, so this is just a sweet little moment in time when we were together and trying to figure things out.
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