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i want it shattered
but can’t afford another seven years
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so i’ve lain down the hammer
to strike these keys
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and write into my funhouse mirror.
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(photo by chiara tiraboschi)
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“sometimes we have the absolute certainty there’s something inside us that’s so hideous and monstrous that if we ever search it out we won’t be able to stand looking at it. but it’s when we’re willing to come face to face with that demon that we face the angel.”
— hubert selby junior, last exit to brooklyn
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April 7th, 2011 at 7:27 pm
Brilliant. Love the work man.
April 9th, 2011 at 12:30 pm
I’m enjoying you’re soul-searching. I hope you find yourself.
April 10th, 2011 at 9:09 pm
How strange… and fucking amazing.
August 14th, 2011 at 4:03 pm
I admire the courage it takes to put down a hammer that shatters the world and pick up a pen to slash yourself open.
I love the peek into your soul.
If you were a song, I would dance to you.
January 7th, 2012 at 1:07 am
Do you want more coffee, The motor wants a tune-up, I just wanted a chance to rest, What do you want for Christmas, He wants a bicycle for his birthday, Do you want anything from the store, She wanted more time to finish the test, I want a new ipad, I want world peace, I want perfect weather, You can choose whichever color you want, Thousands of poor people still want food and shelter
February 21st, 2012 at 11:47 am
Love this. So glad i found your site.
October 5th, 2012 at 11:52 pm
Your prosepoetry is refreshingly splintered and craggy, Frankie. I came over here out of politeness since you followed my blog. I’m gonna stay… at least long enough for you to get sophisticated. At 73, I’m sure to die before that happens. Keep it coming, raw and painfully into the quick. I’ll be here. I should say I’ll try to be here. When I tried to put my email addy in your follow box the screen flickered, went to white and then came back. There was no follow box after that. But, above the banner on your blog there is a circle with a check mark in it and the words “following” beside it. We’ll see…
March 24th, 2013 at 5:08 am
Took a look at your photos after reading your words cause i wanted to see the person behind the pulp fiction. That’s some serious posing. I see a very fine future as a hand model, who writes.
March 24th, 2013 at 5:39 am
In a land full of cures for acid reflux, erectile dysfunction, big noses and small breasts there is Frankie Leone. In the 20 block radius he inhabits,
he can see the stars beyond the bars.
April 1st, 2013 at 5:27 am
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Klt904ga4IA
you’re funny, all those blow jobs and no jobs.
April 1st, 2013 at 5:59 am
i will live in the wind, amongst the flowers, towers and monuments
and on the desert floor, and deep in the canyons
of the disappearing sun
and every morning i will rise on the mountain and smile
and drink in the air
for no how polluted it gets, this was my planet
this was my home
and if i need to leave at the
last minute
for another world
i’ll leave a note
April 1st, 2013 at 6:34 am
wake up
April 2nd, 2013 at 2:05 am
Poetry is a luxury
April 2nd, 2013 at 2:50 am
sometimes i wonder where i live
beneath, below or above
April 2nd, 2013 at 3:16 am
Body map
April 3rd, 2013 at 4:50 am
Dance Music
April 3rd, 2013 at 5:17 am
why
April 3rd, 2013 at 5:24 am
up in smoke