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hipster saudade
in the gone-baby-gone days, I lived bad & I wrote bad;
chasing words that rhymed with love, till I got sick of
stranded prepositions & all the doves flew away.
but mostly because love is a cliché that pays off in broken
hearts. strictly. I keep a soiled notebook & a cheap bic
next to my drink anyway, ‘cause, you never know.
this is my hangout, a run-down bar in the rain, on a corner
that nobody in town knows about. it perplexes me how it
rains every night, like the thunder was piped in to scare
the ghosts away.
when the dame enters out of the wet evening, I figure she is
not from around here. her hair is loose & tousled just right.
she sits on a stool in the center of the bar, so I can get
charged on the subtle distraction of her legs, if I bother to look.
I’d reckon there is a poem in her; if I write it, I’ll call her a lady,
which is more polite than what she really is. maybe.
she has that austere prettyness that doesn’t fade, even in the
dim light. the smoke drifts in a languid spiral to the ceiling, as
she recalls her illusions of being a fashion designer, or a
ballerina. she still wonders why her knight never showed up in
his white convertible. he’s out there somewhere, & he’d come
if she stopped being stubborn & called him. sure he would.
there is the melancholy of a young girl that lingers in her green
eyes, & young girls are so easy to deceive; it turns them into
angry women who sit alone in bars.
I can read her dreams, so I light her cigarette & top off her
cocktail. if I can convince her that there is still some beauty in
this veil of tears, we might share the lies of stranger sex in the
somber ambiance of the Starlite motel, where we can pretend
all the way to sunrise.
she is a woman who keeps her past absolved in the ivory tower
of her heart, unique in her own way.
but I know she is just the same, the same as me…
(Artist: Vincent Peters)
Published 12th Apr 2016
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12th Apr 2016 5:38am
Great Title
Smooth tones
capturing Forties noir
In the accompanied picture
Do you ever write a poor poem John?
I've not seen one from you yet xx :D
Smooth tones
capturing Forties noir
In the accompanied picture
Do you ever write a poor poem John?
I've not seen one from you yet xx :D
12th Apr 2016 6:53am
"there is the melancholy of a young girl that lingers in her green
eyes, & young girls are so easy to deceive; it turns them into
angry women who sit alone in bars."
Sometimes I feel like I might end up to be one of those angry women. With a litter of kittens waiting at home. Haha. Captivating write, sir.
eyes, & young girls are so easy to deceive; it turns them into
angry women who sit alone in bars."
Sometimes I feel like I might end up to be one of those angry women. With a litter of kittens waiting at home. Haha. Captivating write, sir.
12th Apr 2016 7:45am
They all slow down at some point.... depending on how kind nature has been. .. Pleasant thoughts
12th Apr 2016 8:14am
12th Apr 2016 3:01pm
Ahhh . . . You'd better believe she was the same as you!
I've sat next to you in that "run-down bar in the rain," my
friend. and if I had lit her smoke instead of you she would
be with me in that "Starlite motel," eh . . . hell, she might
have taken us both on. It has happened don't ya know.?
I've sat next to you in that "run-down bar in the rain," my
friend. and if I had lit her smoke instead of you she would
be with me in that "Starlite motel," eh . . . hell, she might
have taken us both on. It has happened don't ya know.?
12th Apr 2016 6:38pm
12th Apr 2016 6:55pm
You can always recognize the kindred energy of your tribe.
Well conveyed, John.
Well conveyed, John.
Anonymous
- Edited 21st Apr 2016 8:10pm
13th Apr 2016 2:19am
Sir John, God how I frickin love when you do this....
"I’d reckon there is a poem in her; if I write it, I’ll call her a lady,
which is more polite than what she really is. maybe."
With love always - Taryn xoxo
"I’d reckon there is a poem in her; if I write it, I’ll call her a lady,
which is more polite than what she really is. maybe."
With love always - Taryn xoxo
13th Apr 2016 2:20am
there are times when I read you JohnFeddeler ... I feel so many things at once, that I can't put it down in words ... maybe that's just where I am at this moment ... but I mean that in the best of ways ...
13th Apr 2016 6:44am
13th Apr 2016 2:43pm
i truly love the way you make it obvious and clear that being human is a normal thing. you probably don't even know how to spell judgmental. Your empathy and experience always shine thru. thank you sir john
14th Apr 2016 7:05pm
Nobody conjures noire atmosphere like you. The devil's in your details right there with a temptress. Could be you're an homme fatal.
14th Apr 2016 11:18pm
