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Everybody's Gone

Member since 2003 · Posted 5 Aug 2018 · 3 comments

August. The town empties even the seagulls are on vacation. Sunday. Facebook is awash with complaints. the vanity of screenlife obscures what's missing. a curious lack of cameraderie. Better to write a poem in solitary in acknowledgement of this peculiar setting A substitute for conversation with a friend That's what it boils down to This virtual life every need unfulfilled Except the need for attention Constant Insatiable Where did everybody go?

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[9] nentwined 23-Apr-20/3:21 PM Reply

damn. nailed it for me right now.

[n/a] impert&ent 10-Jun-20/5:25 PM Reply

Poemranker you are still here
in spite of that lousy security exception
nearly two years after I last visited.

What is that about?
How do you manage?
Fucking ghost ship, wandering the highways,
playing sneak attack on the pilgrim tourists
Straddling the dusty road like some forlorn and has-been movie set
Cast off from the realities of TV and film production
Lonely ghost town ISO lonesome highway for romance and possible LTR.

[n/a] Dovina › impert&ent 13-Jun-20/6:58 PM Reply

I went away a few years ago, left the lonesome highway. The ghost ship is still here thanks to nentwined.

Put up a new poem, I'll give it a gander.