Over a noisy juke box and the sound of angry pool balls, a conversation awakes a painful past.
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Submitted: Mar 21, 2008
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Mixed is the cocktail
stirred is the pain
Folds of exhaustion
get retold again
A crease in the page
aged oak reveals malt
Dirt under nail
points a finger at fault
Dizzy is the globe
that is politically spun
Shaved are the bullets
missing from the gun
Flip the weeping puddle
with crooked wooden spoon
Unfold the umbrella
seek shade from the moon
Weary knees
and blistered hands
Triangular points
reveal who understands
Laugh and swap tears
with the considered insane
Mixed is the cocktail
stirred is the pain
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Irwin
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Excellent read. I really enjoyed the images you conjured up.
Posted: Mar 21, 2008
I agree with Irwin, beautiful imagery.
matmoo :)
Posted: Mar 21, 2008
Scribblings of a middle aged mad man,
Your writing is awesome, capturing a sense of connectedness to the written, expressive images. I sensed corruptibility and self-destruction, a calling for a Higher Power, reminding me that God has all Power in all aspects of life.
Sabbay :)
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Posted: Nov 1, 2008
