the poor
are so full
of how bad
their lives are
the rich
are full of
stories about
how much
fun they are having
i sit
at the bar
and listen
and struggle
anxious about one
embarrassed about the other
having been both
to believe
any of it
i m scared
to say it
but glad to be
alive
too bad
buk can t
be here
to enjoy this
confusion
so well sorted
Saturday, January 05, 2008
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Enjoyed!
Thanks Richard! Glad you stopped by for a visit and left a comment. I hope to see you often.
Old "buk": good, or cheap liquor, and horse racing was a way of life. Love his writing.
Yeah Pat I'm a fan of his too! I'm not much of a proponent of airport bars but I did this one for him. Thanks for sharing that, my friend.
Yet both are mired in illusion, tying their hearts to paper and plastic
Hey Ozy! Hope the holiday season was wonderful for you! And yes, it is clearly two voices in perfect harmony singing the wrong song. That was the thing that struck me too. Thanks for the great comment, my friend!
Hi Russell!
Like it very much...
Hi Ruela! Hope you had a wonderful holiday season, my friend. I'm glad you liked this and thanks for the great comment.
I like this!
Hi Pris! Hope your holidays were great. Glad you scrolled down for this one. Thanks for those happy words!
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