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Comment by: Elinki - 2006-04-30 09:12
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damn paul. this one deffiently reminds me of my ex. before I even knew her she was a runaway gutter punk down town for a while addicted to meth.
she was sober when I was with her. now she's back with her tweeker ex.
I really liked this one. I'm shelving it.
you are a never ending supply of superb poetry. |
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"a thousand bukowskis set to roam
across the earth without a home" I was trying to picture that, and I do not think the world is ready for it yet. |
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| great words Paul....such a loveable, compassionate man...that doesn't always speak of rotting skulls and death! |
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I like the ideas behind this. People who are misfits today may have been renowned if they lived in a different time. I used to work next to a park where a lot of homeless people slept and a co-worker insisted that they "knew things" like they had some secret communal wisdom.
The line "just a meth's stripped throut and a considered thought" is maybe too long and doesn't *exactly* rhyme, but that is just a silly picky nit-pick. |
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| Smart writing with some interesting imagery. |
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