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a wednesday or thursday night at a half-empty pub
hazy season
lost to memory
lazy reason
evaporated into
emptiness both felt
he seemed…
almost ok
she
good enough
for now
intimate chemistry of voids
imprecise, gap-filling science
trolling pubs for meaning
finding only flirty diversion
“I’m bored,” she said.
“Wanna leave?”
He nodded.
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Written for dVerse Troll quadrille, hosted by Frank Hubeny. Other poets have contributed here.
Yaaasss! This is so sensual and cocky and poignant, Barry. I love it! Great musical selection too!
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Nice lines: “trolling pubs for meaning
finding only flirty diversion”
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lonely and desperate people look for comfort, never to judge them yet hope they don’t get hurt in the process, a real look at the sadder side of life
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How you managed to spin this half-empty pub tale in 44 words is an anazement to me. bRAVO
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This reminds me of that Hopper painting Nighthawks… better to be laid than being bored.
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I love that painting!
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Thoughtful word choice leads to beautiful poetry. With limited words, it’s even more difficult. “gap-filling,” empty calories, but junk foods (science and one-night-stands) have their uses. Another excellent offering!
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This is incredibly evocative in its portrayal of the loneliness of our world these days, Barry 🙂
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Great sense of desolation and desperation here.
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