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    This Is How It Is Today

    In this cafe, with dirt for wallpaper. The heat is a bitch, and the fan in the ceiling is the worst— turning counter-clockwise. Sipping on my cup of coffee and milk. Too many flies, buzzing, fighting over throne, fighting over food, fighting over fly-chicks. Whatever they are fighting for— only that...

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    • Sounds hot and sticky. A summer day.

    • Chewing gum, or strawberry. My favorite flavors since childhood. 😀

      Thank you, Adira! Your comments make my day! “)

    • I swear I know these moments. Drags & weighs the body down. This is a doozy

    • Thats what it was called back then. “)

    • Cleverly penned, M.E. Relatable write my friend, we’ve all been there. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Don’t want to be there but you forced me in this place with your detailed writing. DAMN GOOD! If you want an ice cream cone, go to Dampkitten’s poem “Poetspeak Sweet”. There you’ll find an ice cream cone and a whole lot more.

    • I apologize. It got to be written and vented. Thank you for reading and liking it! “)

      Hmm..I’ll check it out rn. Thanks “)

    • Yeah, they have bubble gum ice cream, and it’s gross. Also, have you tried the cotton candy green seedless grapes? My God, they taste just like it. Weird.

      • Bubble gum flavour id gross! I disagree. But hearing of cotton candy green seedless grapes, I think you are right about the bubble gum flavour in there. Hahaha.

    • LOL… I thought you were referencing my poem from the beginning. And now, I find out you like strawberry ice cream. OMG. By the way, is this ‘mosquito wing’ phrase an allusion to Smells Like Teen Spirit?

      You do realize that you could enter this poem in the ‘coffee’ poem contest don’t you?

      You will find this extremely weird, but the imagery in your piece is very reminiscent of the hotel scene early in the movie, Apocalypse Now.

      • Lol. I saw your poem after our fellow poet: visions_of_insanity’s recommendation for ice cream. It ended up another type of ice cream. Lol

        No. But I liked the reference. I had another poem that I have lost, where I referenced Nirvana’s Smells like teen spirit.
        Mosquito’s wings here symbolize inferiority. For their tiny wings comparing with flies. Idk why it came to my mind. But I used it.

        I didn’t know about the contest. The setting of this poem is in a cafe but the themes has nothing to do with coffee.

        I don’t remember this scene. I think I’ll rewatch it one day.

        Thank you for reading and for the comments, DK. “)

    • Powerful work, my friend.

    • Holy Shit, you won! Congratulations, M.E!
      Now, you see where mosquito wings can carry you!

      • Mosquito wings comes with mosquito responsiblities. The limitless ability of sucking. Hahaha

        Thank you, DK! “)

    • Damn mosquito…no chance with all those flies, just keep them off my ice cream cone.
      This is so powerful in its imagery…and such a disgusting place…I think I will get my cone to go.

      j.

  • Boneyard

    Dirt road reveals the entranceSplintered words welcome youChain links distorted glanceGrass damp with morning dew Crawling through the boneyardWhere legends are put to restRusty bodies who lived hardDusty earth devour’s what’s left Skeleton of a vintage MustangOnce cobra jet poweredShe went...

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    • This was a great piece Damian. They should have a cemetery for these classic muscle cars. I love the look, the sound and the performance of these cars from the 60’s and 70’s. Great piece of writing Damian.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. There are nothing like the classics my friend. I even dig some of the 50’s cars and trucks. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Okay, I’m gonna admit it. This brought me to tears. The memories I have of wandering salvage yards with daddy, scavenging parts for his current car project, are some of the most precious for me. Daddy’s little grease monkey. I can smell the old interiors & rust still. Thank you for the journey back, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Sounds like joyous tears then. My dad worked on cars some when I was younger, sometimes I smell fresh paint mixed with bondo. lol. I also enjoy watch car revivals on YouTube. I find it relaxing for some reason. Grease monkey, huh? Great story my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Mary. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. Cool, my first car was a Camaro. I love cars & trucks even though I’m not mechanical at all. lol. When I need to relax I watch YouTube for the Car revival shows. A guilty pleasure I guess. lol. Never enough time. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • A metaphorical genius you are indeed, bro.
      When those memories hit!!!..Like a Rolodex of the mind
      Can’t say enough about this vibe!!

      much respect

      Naaj

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Naaj. So glad you enjoyed the write my friend. Thank you, for the compliment really means a lot me coming from a gifted writer like yourself. Much respect, indeed. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • You don’t know what you got till it’s gone. Most cars today look like cheap matchbox cars. Great ink.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. Some of the newer cars are better than the 80’s and 90’s models. But they don’t have the spirt and vibe of their older counterparts. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Duende. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I knew you liked this one, and you’re very welcome. So wonderful to see you my friend. I’ve missed your writes and commentary. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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  • Sold

    Many years spent passing the blame All that negativity burned a hole inside No matter how high it ends the same In an empty gutter of swallowed pride   Lessons never learned lead to demise How many times until fear takes hold? Blissful ignorance holds numb...

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    • Killer piece my friend. A great poem to think about, especially if you sold your soul.
      Question for you Damian…Did you sell your soul for Rock n Roll?

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the write my friend. No, I never went that far. lol. If I had and this was all the farther I got, then I would have got fucked on that deal. lol. I tend to complain sometimes, but this isn’t one of those times. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • If ever there was a declaration for choosing your life wisely, this is it. We get one shot, make it count. And never sell out. I’d bookmark this if I could, so consider it bookmarked, my friend!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Honored to be a chapter in the book. Spot on in your interpretation. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Sometimes I feel like I sleepwalk through life. Especially since I work a lot. Great ink.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. So glad you liked the write my friend. It can be hard when one is working a lot, but I’ve read your work, you’re wide awake to the sleepwalking I’m speaking of. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    shaken stars

    sadness dwells inside my sacrednessdeep beyond what people seemy soul connects to others differentlywe don't need to speakthe earth stretches and yawns with growing painspeople hurt I hurt with themMelancholy has gone silentand I with herdistress the faith shaken...

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