Open Poetry #48 |
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roomandboard Junior Member
since 2011-12-21
Posts 13 |
From an unskilled labor pool a family of builders, drove cross country to get here. Sleeping in the back of the car in the comedy club parking lot cocaine in the back room three day parties at some guys apartment in the valley. Pure isolation on the west side, three days and haven’t talked to anyone sitting around eating beef jerky and watching old movies trying to find someone who will show up to have lunch. Macho guy playing people on the street pan handling as a superhero on Hollywood Boulevard. Turning away business for unwarranted principles thirty six and never had a steady job. (You are too old now – what’s plan B because there’s not enough money for rent.) Children’s theatre and dj’ing at a strip club single with no kids pushing forty still afraid of commitment. Fifty eight and complaining about an eight dollar sandwich still chasing the dream and living in a guest house. (It’s not going to happen for you.) |
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KerriB New Member
since 2013-10-14
Posts 7 |
I like the details that make the reader feel we know this character. Enjoyed this poem of yours. take care, Kerri |
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Gale Senior Member
since 2013-06-10
Posts 578Russia |
It's very realistic. And sad. Thank you for sharing! |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Yep. I saw a lot of that during my Hollywood days.. ~*~ Your past is just a story. Once you realize this, it has no power over you. ~*~ |
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