on Bourbon Street beyond secrets dark
time stands still without a thought
scrambled pieces of sunset lies
as stories fall upon skin deaf ears
in Clover Grill weak coffee burns
against the thoughts of better days
with magical dragons against beaded breasts
life goes on in drab abstract
Author notes
inspired by picture posted by Artis..New Orleans, so many stories, so many simplicities, blanketed with immesurable grief
Freda Mooney
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Like the dregs found in the bottom of a coffee stained cup
one can read the emptiness that is found so much in lifes long and bitter drink. Ten trillion windows that hold glimpses into others lives, never quite revealing the darker side just beyond the glow of the glass viewport...great write~~~Thank you for your entry. ~~~Artis
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wow. this is very good. it shows how empty life can be. very good
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This paints a bleak and lonely picture.
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