Rip Roarin’ lines. Raw, kinetic, and unapologetic… Nicholas Viglietti's poetic style drags you down highways, full-throttle, shootin’ at the blaze of a distant horizon line; over high-peaks, in the hoof-it dust, and into the sun-baked, neon-lit crevices of the modern American grind.

Wastrel Rips & Devil-May-Care Madness

these rippers, At their pulse, their drive, keeps a wild wastrel chasin’ the insouciant gleam of dying horizon lines. That flash of universal beauty that compels any laggard of love to sit in the still, layback and feel the pure grooves of their spirit, repine a crooked smile, and howl laughter like a lone coyote at the lousy minstrels of misery that can’t accept the fact the we are all brief breaths, and the soul won’t be trapped by restrictions of this temporal world.

Brave and Bleak Dreams……Coming Soon

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Dilapidated Desperado - Nicholas Viglietti

This collection of poems is a smattering of the illimitable crave for the search...there’s no culmination, no finality. We are temporal flesh, pumping the blood of our hot mess, and we expect this point to hit. Where that's it, we made it, and we ride the relaxation view of the sunset. Not the case, never was, and never will be. These poems, some contemporary, some reflective notes from running like a madman around the nation, all meld together to hit that point of wisdom that lets our skulls sleep easy at night, no matter the bed we decide to repine our heads.