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in heaven or hell
sitting beneath the glaring
lights of a local diner
peeling the paper off of
my straw
alone with thoughts such
as these--
can you really make a
turnip bleed?
where does nowhere
go?
how many brass monkeys
does it take to screw a
rubber football?--
the mysteries of the universe
floating in a glass of diet
Ginger Ale
looking at the age on
my hands
looking at the other diners
they are speaking, but all
i hear is mud
November dark before
six
rubbing tired eyes
all around:
the tables lie
the booths lie
the chairs lie
the silverware lies
the food lies
the brave have been
laid low by dog words
in heaven or hell,
there is no
exit
Published 12th Nov 2019
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12th Nov 2019 1:15am
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12th Nov 2019 5:32am
Dear BK,
“where does nowhere
go? ”. What a great question! Where does nowhere go?
Like Brenda, I’m feeling this one.
This is going to stick with me for a long time. Great write my friend! H🌷
“where does nowhere
go? ”. What a great question! Where does nowhere go?
Like Brenda, I’m feeling this one.
This is going to stick with me for a long time. Great write my friend! H🌷
12th Nov 2019 9:49am
12th Nov 2019 7:37am
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12th Nov 2019 6:01pm
the brave have been
laid low by dog words
That right there said it all, Kitts.
A very somber verse of observation, and fact.
laid low by dog words
That right there said it all, Kitts.
A very somber verse of observation, and fact.
12th Nov 2019 6:37pm
Thank you Ahvanti. I deeply appreciate your presence on DUP. I know your commitment to the betterment of the written word is sincere. May you write the perfect poem someday (maybe you already have).
Pax,
buddhakitty.
Pax,
buddhakitty.
12th Nov 2019 6:46pm
"the brave have been
laid low by dog words
in heaven or hell,
there is no
exit"
... it seems to be the current state of affairs - or maybe has always been so throughout history. When facing this I take my cue from Wendell Berry's poem "The Peace of Wild Things" { https://onbeing.org/poetry/the-peace-of-wild-things/ }
laid low by dog words
in heaven or hell,
there is no
exit"
... it seems to be the current state of affairs - or maybe has always been so throughout history. When facing this I take my cue from Wendell Berry's poem "The Peace of Wild Things" { https://onbeing.org/poetry/the-peace-of-wild-things/ }
12th Nov 2019 8:20pm
I dont know if this old world is going to make it Josh. Thank you for the reading.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
