Flophouse

Portraits of hedgehogs on his grimy tiled walls Pete did for good taste what heat does for snow balls Though a weird kind of charm lay on his carpeted floor Not hedgehogs, but bedbugs as Pete flopped kissed him like whores

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Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 5/7/2025 12:00:00 PM

Ick...nasty little bugs they say. Hope you were dreaming gw! :)

Panagiota Romios

Date: 5/2/2025 2:35:00 PM

Colotful! Men and women can be whores these days. They ( the men) are quite quite proud of it. But the world is no longer the same, is it? Have you ever been in a flophouse? I hope not., yikes. People stun me,.. it is the other who is a wretch- human who is a creep. Poets are angels, no, we are humans., a very imaginative creation. Thanks Pangie

Gershon Wolf
Date: 5/3/2025 9:29:00 PM

Imaginative, alright. Weirdly so, methinks... And I often flop on my bed in my house from tiredness. ~ Call me, 'Floppy'

Joe Dimino

Date: 5/2/2025 4:51:00 AM

Ouch! We lie in beds we make...or don't make ourselves. Not good memories -- but cherish the lessons.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 5/3/2025 9:25:00 PM

Thanks for commenting on this weird effort of mine, Joe.