Monday, February 3, 2014

Just A Piece

I tossed the bag of beer on the faded orange loveseat that sat on the front porch.  It was a discarded remnant of past tenants that made a perfect summer evening drinking spot.  Fantasies of alcohol consumed my mind.  The thoughts of words once said by Bukowski rang so true on days when that loveseat got the most use, midsummer days, fighting humidity and alcoholism, ignorance and ego.
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  1. StephanFebruary 3, 2014 at 9:04 PM

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  2. UnknownFebruary 3, 2014 at 9:07 PM

    Good.....very good.

    How can I see the rest?

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    1. UnknownMay 15, 2014 at 9:07 AM

      hopefully I can finish it soon and maybe one day you can buy it or hell I will send you a copy when that day comes

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  3. Datta GhoshMarch 3, 2014 at 5:26 AM

    Few words sometimes say a lot, the encompassing of an array of thoughts expressed in a few words leaves so much to imagination that its almost lovemaking of the flights of imagination and it also wants you wanting for more

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