Last Meal

Scraps in rusted trash Scent the air with misery Clutching his pink slip 05/09/13 10:21 pm

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 5/19/2013 1:28:00 PM

James, i can imagine someone facing such a bad turn over in life... being without can leave us to the last of many things besides food... xox~ Linda

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/13/2013 7:08:00 AM

oh my, don't I relate to this one!!! well, indirectly anyway. Hubbie unemployed and is now trying out his own business again. Scary times!!!

Karen Anglesey

Date: 5/12/2013 2:08:00 PM

Ouch! So many seem to be in this perilous predicament. The image is haunting. Excellent expression.

Daver Austin

Date: 5/12/2013 9:50:00 AM

Good one, James. We have a school district close to Saginaw - where I live - that owes their teachers 80 thousand dollars and cannot complete the school year. As of late, the powers that be are reluctant to include them in the State Plush Fund. Bummer! Thanks for looking me up. Love, daver

Donna Jones

Date: 5/11/2013 8:26:00 PM

This is awesome.....I've been trying to learn these...its not easy...but this is a good one...

Judy Konos

Date: 5/11/2013 8:09:00 PM

Sir James of Goff, you write terrific!