cigarettes an abbreviation
to thoughts darkening,
a twist of cyanide,
crushed camel packet dropped
too many smoked
mouth stale not as nature intended,
parked up
windows hazed slightly,
those words he had written down
being spoke to no one,
he could not bring himself to knock
and apologize,
over thinking a problem
made it only worse,
could they make up
or would leaving six years be easier,
he wished to be painting that
green wall again,
had she seen his car
panic a dense butterfly fluttered,
one glance a mans shape
at the downstairs window,
sudden confirmation
jerked ignition started and left
he had photographs
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Clawfish, your poetry is thriving, looks like if Baudelaire is having a dialogue with Bukowski. It has rhythm and that’s all in any text. Has a lot of urban stuff and contrasts somewhat with what I usually write here in Brazil (personal, familiar, a small town thing). Your text is dense, with all these objects talking about feelings, anda being the feelings. Can you cut it with a knife!
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Greetings from Brazil.
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A big thank you and such a compliment all the best
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‘…sudden confirmation…’ of having suspicions confirmed… I can relate to the feelings of hurt and shock because there is an underlying hope that one is wrong. Nice writing, Chris.
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thank you , all the best
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