ed2039
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Post by ed2039 on Jun 5, 2011 13:59:21 GMT -5
I am chained to my phone
watching the battery slowly die.
I sit in Starbucks reading poetry.
Thinking, thinking of my frappachino headache
shivering in the artificial chill
an old man, writing useless poetry
which God reads over my shoulder
sadly shaking His head.
Every other thought is of you,
she who awaits her soul mate
unrequited
and I imagine chargers and windmills
wishing for whiskey in my coffee.
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Post by ed2039 on Jun 5, 2011 14:00:36 GMT -5
With your indulgence I will post this one so that you all can see, yes, I'm still writing. LOL
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Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on Jun 5, 2011 14:05:59 GMT -5
I like the feeling of nostalgia and melancholy this poem evokes, Ed. As a matter of fact, I really love this. Thanks for posting, and good to see you again. I believe God is shaking His head up and down rather than in sadness.  |
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