A Waste of Space
...I balance my illicitly obtained bottle of absinthe from a man who knows a man, for an exorbitant amount of Euros, on the worn wooden windowsill of my topmost room at the rundown pension overlooking t...
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Categories:
boardinghouse, culture, introspection, literature, metaphor,
Form: Prose
Turned Back Into Song
...On my own terms,
I lived my life
Giving and taking,
both day and night
On my own terms,
I lived my life
Some then mistaken,
some often right
On my own terms,
I lived my life
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Categories:
boardinghouse, death, life, writing,
Form: Rhyme
On My Own Terms
...On my own terms,
I lived my life
Giving and taking,
both day and night
On my own terms,
I lived my life
Some then mistaken,
some often right
On my own terms,
I lived my life
L...
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Categories:
boardinghouse, life,
Form: Rhyme
Demise of a Doorman
...The Demise of a Doorman
Eric Ericson, ex wrestler, was staying at my boardinghouse.
He had a job as a doorman (bouncer) at a local nightspot,
but was fired for drinking on the job and could no...
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Categories:
boardinghouse, loss, day,
Form: Blank verse
Rebuttal
...hey,y'know what?
there's always a but
life's never clear cut
nor open and shut
no matter what -
there's always a but
whenever you feel
you have a done deal
9 times out of 10
someone will th...
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Categories:
boardinghouse, funny
Form: Sonnet