reading poetry
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After some ongoing, sad-eyed cajoling you agreed to a Friday night date night not of your choosing or comprehension posing for nervous artist and sketch pad you acquiesced to your best black pumps, resolute: no clenching of rose in teeth – concession gladly made by your love-struck middle-aged, middle-class, modicum talent Renoir with shaky charcoal Read more
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Certain memories are a favorite pair of old slippers; ragged, tattered, not much to look at, but comfortable in a way nothing new could be once you plucked them from the garbage; second thoughts? hard to part, sometimes, with a never-complaining old friend then again, sometimes it’s best to just let the dog chew ‘em Read more
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You’ll never know what might have been you’ll never prove what could have been to loudly proclaim what should have been is the greatest of curses self-inflicted by men Read more
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Quiet evening on my couch I fall asleep watching t.v. dozing, I awaken from a dream in which I was watching an old console television from the 60’s the picture was fuzzy, zigzagging, jumping around, unwatchable; in the remote-less era of my fantasy I get up, go to the monolithic set, turn real (silver plastic) Read more
Ponderable polemics, poetic 