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On Sunday, August 7, 2022 at 8:52:57 AM UTC-4, Edward Rochester Esq. wrote:
> On Tuesday, August 2, 2022 at 2:03:48 AM UTC-4, michaelmalef...@gmail.com wrote: 
> > Start posting:
> I’m Afraid I’ve Lost My Way 
> 
> I’m afraid I’ve lost my way 
> in the light of the Frigidaire. 
> 
> That interrupted sleep, 
> my creep to the sweet 
> treats that call out my name, 
> a shame, it was empty, 
> forgetting the last cookie went in 
> around midnight 
> after its dip into cold coffee. 
> 
> Do not feel sorry for my senile 
> Zombie walk, my talk to the wrinkled 
> curtains that have never kept out 
> streetlights and full moons. 
> 
> I was ok once, all words came without 
> that scratch to a bed head, that fridge 
> stocked before last sale date, a mate that asked 
> what was wrong when strength seemed to disappear. 
> 
> I’ll write a note to self, a list of what came easy 
> once upon a time, but now I’ve forgotten the Frigidaire 
> is empty and I’ll stumble back to where dreams 
> were once sweet. 
> 
> Edward Rochester Esq.

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Cat Cries

It's empty down the West-Side Highway
except for a shadow or two hidden back
from curbside, half dancing with feral cats
under blinking blue neon, repeating, 'closed'.

It's never closed, Breslin argues, always someone
having a malted or being slashed for a wallet, 
always someone with a bent spoon cooking the nights snack, 
their eyeroll into never, never land.

There are some setting alarms, morning comes early
for the next shift while outside, the dark holds a space
for the wide-awake finding shadows have all the answers
and sell the most papers. 


Edward Rochester Esq.