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cigarettes and eggs,
black coffee and a new song,
"new york state of mind"
Gant Haverstick 2019
 Jan 11 Mrs Robota
Wang Wei
A cold rain mingled with the river
at evening, when I entered Wu;
In the clear dawn I bid you farewell,
lonely as Ch'u Mountain.
My kinsfolk in Loyang,
should they ask about me,
Tell them: "My heart is a piece of ice
in a jade cup!"
My words are lost.
I speak
But now I stutter.
I think
But nothing comes out.
My words are gone.
I can't remember what
I used to write.
My words have run.
I am smart
Was smart
But now
blue and white
cast upon you
like rice at a wedding
they follow
but how to ward them?
when you ache
and plead
with yourself
your empty bank account,
for something you find beautiful
in another
yes, the evil eyes are always watching
they are yours.
this was for a prompt where you didn't name the seven deadly sins, so this one can have every adjective but the word envy. I chose the evil eye, because that represents the stain jealousy casts on others.
the mighty plan
might've been a dud
but i see an ace in
plan B!
OK, it didn't work either
but i think a lot
could be said
i love this for no reason. I feel like Team Rocket!
Fᴀʟʟ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ
Fᴇᴇʟ ʟᴏsᴛ ʟɪfᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴍᴇ

ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ
ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴛʀᴇss

ʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ

ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴏff ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇsꜱ
ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴀʀsꜱ

ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟ

ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟ

ɪ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀɴᴇᴛ
ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ

ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀɴᴇᴛ ʜᴜɢsꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱsʟᴇᴇᴘ
ᴋɪllᴇd ᴍᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ


here I cannot cry

I can hear you

I can't hear myself

there are no flaws
ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ
Can be read reversed too
 May 2017 Mrs Robota
I am the night clerk
I work the graveyard shift
I've checked in many people
Never saw anyone check out

When they walk in
the night bell rings
I think
What's all of that crazy thunder about

I've checked in
the wild and weary
the tormented and scary

The pious
the martyrs
the dancers
the fishermen

Bob & Ted
Carol & Alice

Clark Gable
he stayed here too

Everyone looks me in the eye
pleading for a room,
I have many
the night is late
only the dead are awake

Some nights, though, it can be quiet
I put my feet up on the desk
watch another season of the soap opera
The Young and The Restless

There are no regulars
No one returns
Not even
the dopers
the smokers
the flatulent
the token takers

When everyone is checked in
That crazy thunder it stops
But the night is long
There's sure to be another storm.
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