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Making Sudden Movements
Drinking alone is boring
but I do it to keep the spirits alive.
Making fuck you phone calls
no love here just some sort of
residual rust that I can't seem
to shake off.
Thin ice cracked but didn't break
so I'm gonna continue to skate
across fate and when I finally fall in
let the world know I wanted it this way.
but I do it to keep the spirits alive.
Making fuck you phone calls
no love here just some sort of
residual rust that I can't seem
to shake off.
Thin ice cracked but didn't break
so I'm gonna continue to skate
across fate and when I finally fall in
let the world know I wanted it this way.
Published 5th Aug 2020
Author's Note
My photo.
2 bottles and some eggplant- not parmesan.
2 bottles and some eggplant- not parmesan.
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5th Aug 2020 2:13am
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5th Aug 2020 5:33am
Another poetica noir write ... gritty ... hint of Bukowski ... bravo nikkimoe ...
5th Aug 2020 6:30am
5th Aug 2020 3:06pm
That's a pretty good cab! Wine and egg plant ( not parmesan ). Love it.
As for the poem, well, work it out, Nikki, work it out!
As for the poem, well, work it out, Nikki, work it out!
5th Aug 2020 4:03pm
Dear N,
Hmmm, I don’t mind drinking alone and making f*ck you phone calls. There’s a plausible deniability in that. Can’t see me can’t stop me, I never did it. Ugh, the ebbs and tides of rough times are the pits though. Feels like they’re never going to end and then all of a sudden things start to look up and, well, the rest follows suit. Your poem is sensitive and raw to your inner pain just now and it reflects, for me, pain and upset I’ve known. I really love your direct manner in dealing with these emotions. H🌷
Hmmm, I don’t mind drinking alone and making f*ck you phone calls. There’s a plausible deniability in that. Can’t see me can’t stop me, I never did it. Ugh, the ebbs and tides of rough times are the pits though. Feels like they’re never going to end and then all of a sudden things start to look up and, well, the rest follows suit. Your poem is sensitive and raw to your inner pain just now and it reflects, for me, pain and upset I’ve known. I really love your direct manner in dealing with these emotions. H🌷
6th Oct 2020 3:30am
Drinking alone is boring and, if I may, not very good either for your mind or your body. It just darkens your world even more. Regards, Robert.
