Tag Archives: isolation

This Place

Everything about this place just tends to bring me down; I look into the mirror and see one more hopeless clown. The people on the street have a sad tendency to frown and no one wants to be the only … Continue reading

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Undertown

There’s nothing much that’s happening here in Undertown since they closed the old refinery and sent those pink slips ’round; Down at Cheaters they’re still drinking, but the jukebox plays the sound of old frustrations. It’s been fourteen years and … Continue reading

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Hallows 1997

a remembrance The flames lick against the side of a rusted drum; Something rustles behind the apple trees, And a dog runs barking into the lowering dark, Joyously fierce as its sound echoes against The walnut stand along the creek. … Continue reading

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Gray Days #4

She’s waiting on the deputy, but he never comes; got her finger on the trigger, sucking silent on her thumb; and the ninety ninth caller has just been struck dumb: like an old pair of stockings he just turned to run. … Continue reading

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At the far end of the canyon

At the far end of the canyon where the road fades into dust, and the remnants of old wagon trains have dissolved into rust, where the touch of high society has left no lasting mark, and no streetlight marks your … Continue reading

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Goodnight for Gonzo

for Hunter S. Thompson A life in isolation breeds its own brand of malaise, that the respected classes just ignore and seek instead on worthless causes to heap shame or praise, with their good sense, naming such moods a bore. … Continue reading

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A Pathless Land

I have not found the answers seeking truth, nor even formed the questions halfway right; the mysteries that tempted me in youth are still in shrouded mists hidden from sight. The path under my feet begins and ends a single … Continue reading

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