Robert sips his cup of green tea;
He traces words in a note-book.
A manic flips the table and shouts:
“When you’re ready to to die let me know!”
His Mother throws books at me and cries:
“Such pretty poems! But all about me!…All about me!”
I wear the chic black trench coat of mourning.
“Ya know,” I say, “I was taught to be more dispassionate.”
Robert lowers his tea-cup and smiles: “And we’re Jewish, too!”
“Yes.” I sigh. “More tea?”
Robert nods and passes me the pot.
(c) RobGoldsten 2015
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Billy Idol
Eyes Without a Face
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I’ll pop this one over myside
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wow, really fantastic
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Thank you, again…:)
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This art piece is out of the world!!! I really love it a lot! The colors and the image of it are just perfect!!! ❤
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Thank you! 🙂
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You’re most welcome Robert 🙂
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It’s deep Robert. I always seem to like the conversations — they are always indulging.
Thank you for sharing.
-Naima
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Thank you for reading..:)
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