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Untitled by Kurt Bloom

See the crane sleeping
It’s neck sways when the wind blows
Please don’t fall on me

Homeless Jack mines gems
Paris Hilton is his love
Their genie said so

Sidewalk weed grows tall
See the green leaves reach for sun
I stomp it down flat

About the Author:

Born Seattle 1968. There really isn’t much to say about Kurt Bloom until he turned fourteen. This is when he wrote his first one-act play. Three riveting pages titled “Thank you for letting me out of the box, Mother Dear, Mother Dear”. This drew very small audiences but at least they were quiet. Currently working on his third screenplay, he resides in Hollywood.