Richard Harrison writes…
Richard Harrison Miami writes…
Richard Harrison Memphis writes…
Richard Harrison Nashville writes…
Richard Harrison thefeeling writes…
Richard Harrison writes…
Richard Harrison Miami writes…
Richard Harrison Memphis writes…
Richard Harrison Nashville writes…
Richard Harrison thefeeling writes…
Richard Harrison writes…
Richard Harrison Miami writes…
Richard Harrison Memphis writes…
Richard Harrison Nashville writes…
Richard Harrison thefeeling writes…
Joys of parenthood
carseat vomit stain // flashlight look in angel baby’s eyes // a woman cheering
Summer 1956
buzz cut jughead hat // navy man and girl who waited // a cherry pie prize
No Kiss
kissing booth kisses // I have to tell you now // I don’t want them anymore // Let’s be boys // I see you different
NARCOS EN EL CARCEL
when you violate the precepts // and cool comes crashing down // the things you brought with you // are given away to whoever claims // them as their private property // but a supple skinned American girl //
will hold you and love you instead // because your butt is covered // from Iwo Jima to Tripoli you gonna // make it home fine son // nothing to worry about
Richard Harrison writes…
Richard Harrison Miami writes…
Richard Harrison Memphis writes…
Richard Harrison Nashville writes…
Richard Harrison thefeeling writes…
“Old A1A”
Orange like a sun tan crete building with terra cotta
Your tree shade is like a pot of Fort Knox dollar ink spilled
I love a long ride down you
Nobody but me and the radio, Glycerine,
Don’t Speak, Jeremy, Sweet Home Alabama,
Let them all play, riding in silence, away in the mind,
in the strumming strings of the straight-holding players
in the famous bands
what a road! so smooth, like a berry smoothie,
presidents ride down it and think it beautiful too
the one percent ride down it, millionaires do, murderers too
Just look at Busted magazine at the 7/11
or don’t, you could look at the houses or something worth
a second of your invaluable time
yo Trump on the cover and an ex president yo