emily dickinson
had dreams of bukowski
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because every girl loves a bad boy
and the river she watched from her window
never quite made it
to the sea of whiskey
and just once in her life
she wanted to float
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emily dickinson
A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
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had dreams of bukowski”
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All text and photographs are the original work of Kelly LaFleur, unless otherwise noted. All rights reserved. Be kind, don't copy! I can be contacted at mrsmediocrity(at)gmail(dot)comfor my george
April 3rd, 2013 at 8:53 am
Such a perfect pairing, and the image seals the match.
April 3rd, 2013 at 11:41 am
This was perfectly done – and thank you for not excoriating Buk, as so many (especially women) do.
April 3rd, 2013 at 11:51 am
haha…the title…and this, just rocks…lol…what an odd couple eh? smiles.
April 3rd, 2013 at 11:55 am
So interestingly put.
April 3rd, 2013 at 4:39 pm
Bravo! Love it!
April 3rd, 2013 at 7:19 pm
I love this to a degree i’m not prepared to define. So good.
April 4th, 2013 at 10:45 pm
A collage of contrasts brilliantly realized. Something arriving in the senses like sea salt dark chocolate cashews.
April 5th, 2013 at 12:24 am
I am liking the poetry I am seeing here. And yes, every girl does loves the bad boy.