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The Kitchenette Motel

Sometimes an
Obsolete 
Old bulb inside him 
Flickers on 
And dimly lights 
His woozy thoughts 
And thirst to write
A song. 

Recall he's human, 
That's to say, he
Thinks he 
Still adheres, 
Not just a washed-up
Singer, missing
Schedules to
Appear. 

The stained and
Scribbled rhymes 
Of scattered nonsense 
On the floor, 
Three gulps of Vodka, 
Bring applause,
Adoring fans,
Encore.



Gene Bourne
06-01-14



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David Williams

Date: 6/2/2014 1:42:00 AM

Gene a very visual write, I like it...David

Gene Bourne
Date: 6/3/2014 1:59:00 AM

I'm glad you liked it, David...and appreciate your comment. I look forward to circulating around. .....Your PS friend........Gene

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/1/2014 8:21:00 PM

Gene, I see you responding to someone called Richard Palmer. Why don't you go to his poetry and leave a comment over there so he will see it?

Gene Bourne
Date: 6/3/2014 2:02:00 AM

Thanks for the good advice, Andrea. I now have more free time to circulate and will do so....YF.....Gene

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 6/1/2014 8:20:00 PM

Hello, Gene. this is great writing. Hope to see more of you here. it reminded me of that one poet known for drinking. But now I forget the guy's name!!

Gene Bourne
Date: 6/3/2014 2:09:00 AM

I humbly appreciate your kind words. I never could drink more than one, socially. I think I'm allergic to alcohol :).......Thanks again, Andrea....YF....Gene

Gene Bourne

Date: 6/1/2014 2:59:00 PM

To PS friend Richard Palmer. My reply wouldn't "combobulate" So...I'll tell you here how much I appreciate the comment. YF......Gene.