how much has really changed
in two,
two and a half years?
for all that growth
and drive
and goal
chasing,
here i am
once more,
at the same table
in the same park
same pages,
same cigar on my breath,
waiting for yet
another
pretty gypsy
girl.
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Flotsam and other Doggerel
Poetryso often we can all feel broken and ugly and not very good, not too disimilar from so much poetry. but we can change, and with us so too can poetry change, how it speaks to us, or how we read it. poetry is ups and downs, the good bad ugly and stup...
