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Galveston
Contributed by
Invierno
on
Saturday, 8th March 2014 @ 09:27:18 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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I dont even have to close my eyes
to be there-
I can see and smell, feel and taste
the air the streets the night the desperation
the loss the sharing the losing
that is Galveston for me.
I can sit on the Poopdeck
drink my whiskey,
besotted waves pounding tired shore.
My favourite spot between two dunes-
I let the rocks paranoia wash and wear-
I'm waiting at 47th for Dodo
Playing slots (where the hell is he?) hoping to win it big-
It never happened- I lost it all in Galveston.
Pounding on my door
It's 3 AM, "Do you have some more?"
'Stephanie, please leave me alone."
The causeway on to Galveston
Mind as full of hopes as my heavy-laden moving van.
The causeway off of Galveston?
My car, two cats, a broken man.
Copyright ©
Invierno
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2014-03-08 09:27:18] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Galveston
(User Rating: 1 ) by softerware on
Monday, 10th March 2014 @ 11:42:21 PM AEST (User
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My favorite line is "besotted waves pounding tired shore" that is how the world sounds to me when I am discouraged!
Great visuals here..almost like a movie script.
This has all the ring of a short play! (Even driving off into the Galveston sunset!)
Nice story..well told, easy to feel the part.
Thank you and hope you keep working this style; you're good at it.
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