Friday, September 21, 2012

The Ballad of Marcus Belway

Seen on the Purple Line to Linden at about 8:30 a.m. 


Sharp! Snappy! Stylish! All words that can be used to describe Marcus Belway. This is a man that takes pride in his appearance—sleek pinstripe suit, suave vest, a fedora covering his smooth head.

Bold! Brazen! Boisterous! All words that can be used to describe Marcus Belway. This is a man that is difficult to ignore—big smile, booming voice, a laugh that bolts up from the depths of his belly.

Lonely. Longing. Loveless. All words that can be used to describe Marcus Belway. This is a man that hides his heartaches well—let-down hopes, lost loves, little slights and arguments that have cost him an awful lot in life. 

Huh. It seems I almost wrote a prose poem. Sort of? That's why I had to call it a ballad. Seemed to fit. Also: fun with alliteration.

Last night I went to see The Heavy with Gena. They killed it; however, the real highlight of the evening was an awesome folk-rock band called The Silent Comedy. They were AMAZING. Fun fact: all you have to do is write a song inspired by Machiavelli to win my nerdy, nerdy heart.

Tonight: Velvet Goldmine party at my apartment. Glam rock. Glitter. Sexy dudes making out. Aw yiss. Hope you have a good weekend!  

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