sobriety sucks sometimes
when everything is flat
and my delicate dedication
falls off the page
a straight shooter gone awry
i never heard birds at night
or the foolish questions
of concentration
the assembly line ran smooth
and the magic of many voices
were drunk with laughter
now
it's just work
i see sunbeams
that shaded my days
and sagging faces
that raised my glass
funny the things we inherit
all the leaky valves
and the endless reign
saturating like a puzzle
i miss my redhead from loretto
and the corn at star hill farm
beethoven's fifth is flat
but i can't blame him anymore
maybe i'll blame hemingway
and the salt in the sea
or the apex of nirvana
in the last drop
of my delicate dedication
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I love it when you enter my contests, you always remind me that I don't know why I don't read you more often.
Love love love the prompt you chose and the direction you went with it. This is what happens when I write on the bus, I get lost in a tangent, and ..really, there is a lifetime and a whole person created there.
Sometimes happy, sometimes sad
but always an addict.
Thanks for touching me with your words and taking the time to enter.
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Fucking A. I love your references & writing.
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Sigh~
You never cease to amaze me and the best thing is that you never will and even better than that....
you are a genius but ya don't even know it
Lynda
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Siiiiiigh. . . .
No words could I say to come close to how this makes me feel.
So I'll spare you the drama, and just say. . .amen.
Love,
jin
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Such a constant and consistent tone throughout the piece, conveys the art within. This melding of description and emotions shares intimacy with the reader. Thank you for this glimpse.
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this is really interesting read, i like the mention of some of the classic it really adds an awesome dimension to the piece, best of luck in the contest
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You are a poetic genius Mudd
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