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This was written on a barrom napkin on my supposed "stalking" trip
to P'cola.  WHat was that girls name again, I forget?

posted by FreeManWalking on December 12, 2006 at 5:20 AM | link to this | reply

How did I not have this in my favorites before?
I'm sorry kid cargo... I love your poetry.  I don't know how I missed it.  This is brilliant.  Fine line between genius and crazy, I wonder if we ever really see it. Or maybe there isn't one, we just tell ourselves that. ;)

posted by Temple on December 12, 2006 at 12:17 AM | link to this | reply

Is this the poem you mentioned in your comment to my short story "Coffee"? It's haunting and beautiful--containing a lot in just a few lines. Thanks for sharing.

And thanks for commenting on "Coffee". The question begs to be asked--what's your first favorite drink, if coffee is your favorite?

posted by NightMajik on December 3, 2006 at 5:51 PM | link to this | reply

Blanche - I'd rather kick a pan handlers teeth out than look at them

posted by FreeManWalking on November 17, 2006 at 6:15 AM | link to this | reply

kat- thanks

posted by FreeManWalking on November 17, 2006 at 6:14 AM | link to this | reply

Straightforward - she's a fine line b/w dreaming and wallowing

posted by FreeManWalking on November 17, 2006 at 6:14 AM | link to this | reply

Freeman, sometimes talking to yourself is the only way to get intelligent
conversation.  It's highly underrated.   I wish panhandlers would stop saying "God bless you" everyime I refuse to give them money to feed their drug habit.  It's dishonest, what they really mean is "F* you".

posted by Blanche. on November 17, 2006 at 3:09 AM | link to this | reply

Very nicely done

posted by Kat02 on November 17, 2006 at 3:05 AM | link to this | reply

We need to dream anyway

posted by Straightforward on November 16, 2006 at 6:08 PM | link to this | reply

Billy, I was that man today. I found myself grumbling alone in the steam
room at my gym. Oh dear.

posted by _dave_says_ack_ on November 16, 2006 at 10:00 AM | link to this | reply

Farsailor - that fat lady has sang...but she sings every night

posted by FreeManWalking on November 16, 2006 at 9:12 AM | link to this | reply

IS NEVER OVER UNTIL IT IS OVER
CONVEYS THE THOUGHT...

posted by FARSAILOR on November 16, 2006 at 8:17 AM | link to this | reply