It smells of beer and suntan lotion
Not too thick, and the press of people
Strangers brushing up against you
Attentions paying more heed to the man on stage
He sings of love and heart break
Joking with the crowd
A distant intimacy shared briefly
Among complete strangers.


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I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and i resemble the INFP personality type.


  1. the density of the last 2 lines made me think of Ezra Pound’s “In a Station of the Metro”:

    THE apparition of these faces in the crowd;
    Petals on a wet, black bough.

    not at all alike, now that I look at them, but they came to mind when I read yours =)

  2. thanks. they do both have crowds in common, and I do loved to be compared with real authors.

  3. I did some looking around, and a post on ask.mefi led me to a wikipedia article on Imagism, which is a poetic movement that focuses of direct, minimal and descriptional use of language. That describes the style of poetry I’ve been posting lately.