Hoarders and hoards of
other wordly creatures
fill the street corners,
holding tightly,
fingers clinging,
knuckles white,
to anything that makes them feel
u n i q u e
and whole.
Walking around with plastic bags
full of things that they don’t need.
Blindly reaching for some meaning
among all of this meaninglessness.
I walk by them as I enter the bar
and hope that they find it someday.
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Lou Rasmus is an independent author from Chicago, IL. His works are largely focused on exploring the meaning of life – or lack thereof – while the themes of love, relationships, and self-loathing are also central to many of his stories. His upcoming novel, Primrose Isle, will be his third self-published title. Grapefruit Juice, a collection of bitter poems and short stories, and DEAD RED FISH, his semi-autobiographical debut novel about a young man coming to age on a road trip with his childhood friends, are also available on Amazon. View more posts
This is pretty damn good.
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thank you very much
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Very damn good! You always capture the “real” of your surroundings. Loved it!
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shit. thank you very much
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Deserved 🙂
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This is absolutely perfect.
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thank you Tara. means a lot
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I love the end
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happy you do. thanks
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I love it and the end is perfect😎
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shit. thank you
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Unfortunately I’ve seen them in me
What a retrospect of life
But a bag of stuff just could mean the world to someone else
Great piece Lou
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thank you for reading
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An amazing write 👏
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thank you very much
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If only they could realize, they are unique no matter their circumstances and do matter…
Wishing you a great weekend, dear Lou.
XxX
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if only. thanks for reading
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This is so good, Lou! I think you have been walking down my street.
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haha maybe i have been. and thank you
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We have been
Programmed
To believe an
Identity
Is
Purchaseable.
Counters full of
Expensive
Magic
Tiger’s milk
Unicorn horns
Every kind of
Over
Under
Sideways
Money
Down the drain
And yet alcohol and
Superficial
Camaraderie
Are in that
Mix
Are they
Not
There are all kinds of
Plastic
Not just
Bags of
Dreams and calories and
Commercial
Voodoo
Wish us all
Luck
Because the
Grand Illusion
Is fucking
Us
All
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Clever!!
I love that sad smile at yourself. Brilliant ending.
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thank you very much
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You’re welcome!
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Where’s Lou?!
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