tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post6199407043769403846..comments2023-11-12T14:12:54.120+00:00Comments on the rain in my purse: Death of the Marlboro ManSarahJanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497062670296130228noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-54941217245044056452009-10-29T17:25:39.020+00:002009-10-29T17:25:39.020+00:00# 3 Marlboro Man is alive and well residing in For...# 3 Marlboro Man is alive and well residing in Fort Lauderdale.....<br />Did you research to discover his name...Mr. August BrownAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-69510753861463835032009-09-18T18:12:09.355+00:002009-09-18T18:12:09.355+00:00Pretty wild. I enjoyed the ride. Amazed to read (b...Pretty wild. I enjoyed the ride. Amazed to read (by anon) that all three Marlboro Men died of lung cancer. (I mean, they were actors, right? Not necessarily heavy smokers. But maybe they were...) I didn't get the "side of beef" but I liked the oddness of it. Have hardly written any prose poetry (except for "Big Babies"). I'll give it a try.toniclarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09322009782378330533noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-57454192094925292982009-09-18T00:35:58.116+00:002009-09-18T00:35:58.116+00:00I thought the Marlboro Man died of emphysema, so I...I thought the Marlboro Man died of emphysema, so I just did a quick wiki search on the Marlboro Man. 3 actors played him in commercials and each died of lung cancer. Like smoked beef jerky.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-19540841383712710172009-09-17T16:53:30.653+00:002009-09-17T16:53:30.653+00:00hi
thanks for reading.
kasscho, i did this as a pr...hi<br />thanks for reading.<br />kasscho, i did this as a prose poem because i like it as a little story. the side of beef has to do with the marlboro man's being what is sometimes called dead meat, i think. and no, it doesn't have anything to do with patrick swayze. I don't think he'd be so balletically athletic if he were a big smoker. thanks for asking!SarahJanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02497062670296130228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-711889995829645012009-09-17T02:11:17.172+00:002009-09-17T02:11:17.172+00:00Happy trails, until we meet again, mythical Marlbo...Happy trails, until we meet again, mythical Marlboro Man. His journey was truly the American dream. Or his dream was truly the American journey. Or his iconics were like a dream journey. Or a walkabout... I wish my hair had peltness. Will her hands ever truly dry? smileron hardyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03237321662603263344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19630688.post-59141194472256320842009-09-16T18:13:53.014+00:002009-09-16T18:13:53.014+00:00Are you talking about Patrick Swayze in this poem?...Are you talking about Patrick Swayze in this poem? The original Marlboro Man of magazine print was in NYC when I was. He was dying of AIDS. This is an interesting poem. Why don't you write in poem form? Please explain the nurse/addiction/side of beef?.......<br />or not - gives me something to think about.Kasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05233330248952156754noreply@blogger.com