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    And There’s The Rub

    And There’s The Rub it would appear that by some   kind of accident .. I somehow discovered things about you that still frighten me and fall far beyond poetry and all that I love or hold   so dear .. now though, I hear you wear your hair at least shoulder   length and loose...

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    The Rain

    On monday it rained I walked to work in the rainOn tuesday it rained againI took the busOn wednesday I had the morning offI went to the cafe and watched the rainThursday rainFriday rain again On saturday I had the afternoon...

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    • Was it internal rain or was it seasonal rain? That is a lot of water all the time. It can be depressing. One day of sunshine and not even a full day at that. Good poem

    • It was English Rain. The winter has become soggy here instead of cold. Thanks for reading.
      Regards
      James

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    The Things a Drunk Will Do

      Before dawn, Highway 6 bridge. Mallard ducks wobble across wet pavement. I scatter bread, grab my big black garbage bag, take a few morning swigs to knock off the shakes, vomit it back up.   City sleeps, dumpsters smell of rot. I climb in, sifting through cat shit, discarded...

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    • Powerfully penned, Thomas. Excellent write with precise imagery my friend. This was raw and real brother. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Another dark slice of the side of life most of us abhor and pretend isn’t there at all. It is so difficult trying to picture you there, my friend, so hard to think of anyone other than make believe movie made bums living hard, rough lives no real, educated man who writes so beautifully could possibly live among and be himself, hanging on to humanity by the slenderest thread. You show me parts of myself in these seedy climes, just another few tarifs or heists of my rent away from joining you on your morning quests. You bring tears to my tired morning eyes.

    • Thanks, my friend. I appreciate it.

    • Freaking great piece with the real life descriptions dude, tight work

    • Much appreciated.

    • “trying not to get hit by their apathy,
      daylight swallowing my quiet survival.”

      That right there sums up so much in this world. Identity means nothing without a trendy label to too many. And those struggling to survive, invisible. The undecided dawn was one helluva exclamation point on the situation. Another solid piece of reality

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