Borough of lost boys
What makes a poet a poet, and what defines greatness? These are two questions I recently pondered after immersing myself into the poetry of frankie leone. Yes, I know there are no caps, but this is how the man signs, and I respect his call. frankie’s words grip me with fierce intensity, shaking me and often times leaving me breathless. He is raw, he is brilliant, he is street and a romantic. I feel myself rushing to the next line anticipating a caress, or a brutal slap in the face; frankie delivers. He shows us the harder side of life, a reality many will never know. His angst and pain are graffiti on the blank pages shouting to be heard and demanding your attention. Sensitive, eloquent, and bold, this poet will leave his mark.