sitting in the hospital, waiting for news. keeps me from thinking, writing too. don’t trust my judgment, I need a drink, maybe two….
Tag: Poetry
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Dylan….
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Miss James rattles my mind, makes me insane. No one ever sang the blues like you, you shake me up, it’s true. One of a kind, I love you…..
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bad connection, she claimed. laughing to myself. the front door is wide open, come on in. make yourself at home. this crooked game, insane. keeps me so excited, I will never know why…..
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they chamber their liquor well, she exclaimed. he smiles, orders another scotch with his beer. it’s the nature of the beast, to say the least…Cheers..
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her judgment was obviously clouded by the amphetamines. biting hatred spewed in protest. a product of her therapists needs….
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you are my friend, f the little people. judgmental somewhat, are we? are you politically inclined, I inquire? no i just can’t ignore facts. you must be smarter, maybe intolerant……
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Yesterday’s bargains are tommows problems. Today’s deals are kinda unreal. Keep moving on…
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flickering, flashing out of sight. smiling, crazily. can’t trust her, for sure…lying so convincingly, easily….
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honey, I haven’t been wrapped very tight lately. it’s like everything is a fantasy…..what is sweetheart? well, there’s a goat in the garden, and a cow on the roof….I ask you baby, is that proof?…..
Escape Reality 