Bittersweetis apathy depression?Bittersweet
or merely being bored with life
is paranoia all in your head?
I prefer to call it heightened awareness
I haven’t been wrong yet
no more Saturday lunches
those shared confidences and dreams
laughing in slightly drunken delight
while ordering another half carafe
no more weekly phone calls
making plans to go out
always busy you are
with what I wonder?
you’ve become what you’d feared
you’ve become almost like her
two siblings who share a house
no picket white fence on the horizon
The Comp King of Foxwoodshe announced himself a bit loudly buying his pack of cigarettes I’d say he was about 80 if I were any good at guessing such thingsThe Comp King of Foxwoods
he spoke of his life and his girlfriend their weekly poker parties he’d just ordered four hundred dollars worth of pastries from the bakery across the street
the rest of us smiled knowingly “Is that just for one game I asked?” I don’t remember him answering yet he adopted me as his own talking about his trips to Foxwoods
I asked at which hotel he stayed fairly indignant when I mentioned the cheapest “No w
AntiqueI search for tins the old fashioned type rusted with age won’t bother me in fact they’re all the betterAntique
they once carried biscuits cigarettes, soap, medicinal cures rheumatism tonics made locally I consider these the best
one recent Sunday
I took advantage of a break in this deep-freeze of a winter to see what I could see
on a table were several tins alas all reproductions
shiny and new save for a Russell Stover's ribbon candy tin the kind of candy my mother used to buy at Christmastime year after year
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A Conceptwords will sometimes fail me when they’re called for the most at other times they’re all I’ve got while readingA Concept
or walking some solitary activity
‘God is a concept by which we measure our pain’ so wrote Lennon if you believe or not how true I’ve always found these words how many lottery winners fall down on their knees and beg?
I scheme which temple of worship God would likely take notice of perhaps a cathedral with a beautiful cross so tall you must crane your neck to see
it could be a small adobe hut crude but lovingly
Serge
--
I got a bad migraine
That lasted three long years
And the pills that I took
Made my fingers disappear
And i am late to get back to you with email, but I will and i will let you know tyhe whole nine yard as soon as I can.
Are you still on Bnet?
I think you told me that, but i am losing my mind you know....
Miss you.
Love you!
Serge
First of all, you know I LOVE your work. Secondly - AACK! I haven't logged into my account here in sooo long, obviously.
It's funny, I've been thinking about you the last couple of days.. I hope all is well. I do have my bowienet address still (Lord knows why)..my other email address is ajb54@comcast.net. Yours is still spaceboys@shaw.ca? You gave that to me a while ago and I have sent you a few jokes that didn't bounce back...just double checking!
I haven't written a poem is so long.. I just hit a wall. Hopefullly that will end soon
Love,
windy
I can't believe I wasn't watching you???!!!
Fixed now!!!!!!
Thanks for the Fav.
i adore you.
And I am glad you liked the idea as well.
I thought it was actually telling more than I could about who I really am.
Love
Serge
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The thinker sits alone, growing older...
david bowie wants you!
oh please come join us!!! we're just starting now but soon we'll grow bigger and bigger (and rule the world!!! bwahahahaha!...)...
XXX
db
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