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Lovelorn Poet in New Orleans, LA: The Walter Mitty Of Romance

October 18, 2017 by lovelornpoets

Coffee Shop by Charlene Simmons

I’ve been sitting here all morning, and I keep finding myself checking back here to see if anyone is trying to reach our across the digital void to say hello, but why? No one’s gaze has lingered a bit too long. No one followed me out back in hopes of a furtive hook-up. Quite the contrary, no one has done a single thing to make me think they’ve even given me a second thought, but here I sit, in a room crowded with strangers, caught up in my own romantic delusions. So what does that make me – a hopeless romantic? A the pathetic lonely heart? Normal? Does anyone else indulge such self-defeating behavior?

Lovelorn Poet in New Orleans, LA: You Were Catfishing For Organs And I Swallowed The Hook

March 6, 2017 by lovelornpoets

Urban Myth No. 1 by Flood G.

You super liked me on tinder so I knew it was fishy. Your pictures were fierce full of beauty, strength and softness, the type to leave the flesh sweat slicked and wanting but insides bruised. You seemed like all the bad parts to a Townes Van Zant song in all the best possible ways. Gram Parsons wrote your soundtrack back in 72 and Tom Robbins tried to harness you before you’d even come true.

I know you were just a hook for the black market and had we met up I’d of just had my organs harvested and at best woken up in a tub of ice and blood half dead and half dying. But I sort of feel that’s how a morning after a night with you should feel. I swipe left now for every other broad until the day your flagged account returns.

Dear Kate with the masturbate heading, Polaroid tinder pics that tug at my heart strings….and lungs, liver, kidneys, spleen….and whatever else the black market needs. Or dear to whomever wrote your dialog at least, let’s go lay out by the Pearl with a fire and songs and the static of sex clinging to flesh, till maybe it archs, or maybe it doesn’t…

The Organs Swallowed the Catfishing Hook

tinder fishy flesh hook like a
Townes Van Zant Gram Parsons Tom Robbins
sweat slicked soundtrack
the bad parts and the best ways
leave me wanting
you

the black market organs
tug at my harvested heart strings
woken up after a night with you
full fierce bruised beauty
your clinging flesh

strength and softness,
lungs, liver, kidneys, spleen….
let’s go lay out
in a tub of ice
sex and songs

swipe now for Polaroid pics

Lovelorn Poet in New Orleans, LA: I Remember I Love You… But Not Much Else

July 30, 2015 by lovelornpoets

Muse, Muse… Won’t You Dance? by Ben Ledbetter

It really is a unique city
New Orleans

Where beautiful architecture comes to die
We are thousands of people displaced some returned some never came back
Of course some. . .

I fear like these buildings I am losing my history
My memory is shanty and crumbly these days

I remember major events in my life you of course were the biggest
But even that there is a faded memory

I remember I loved you like really loved you like I’ve never loved anyone else
But I wouldn’t know your face from anyone else in a small crowd

I guess that’s for the better for everyone involved
I just hope someday I develop new memories here that stick a little longer.

I am a unique city losing my history
I fear my memory is a faded memory
I remember these days, these buildings,
I remember beautiful architecture, shanty and crumbly
I loved you like I’ve never loved anyone else
I develop, but even there you die displaced
I wouldn’t know your face, thousands of people in a crowd
I guess that’s for the better
I just hope it really is returned
to New Orleans

Lovelorn Poet in New Orleans, LA: Armadillos Are Fun To Chase!!!

July 8, 2015 by lovelornpoets

Armadillos Are Fun To Chase!!!

like miniature armored deaf blind kangaroos, they have absolutely no idea you are sneaking up on them until you are within arms reach, then…. they pop their pointy heads up from the hole hey were digging, nearly crap their shells when they see you.. and start hopping away, but they are slow, and cant hop straight, like a drunken rabbit, they try to get away, but … they are so pathetic, i just want to hold them and love them forever!!!

I absolutely love trampolines! Like seriously love them, i mean how much fun is it to pretend you are on the moon in your own back yard? The possibilities are endless… I want to go on an adventure where you and I scout out all the trampolines in the neighborhood, and make it a point to jump on all of them, fences, private property dogs, nothing can stop us.

Some people are not fans, but I love candy corn! I want those people to give their unwanted candy corn to me. i will love you forever.

I love docks, i love to sit on them, jump off of them, ride bikes off of them, throw people off them, climb up them because the icky slimy lake grass is wrapping itsself around my legs trying to drown me, i love them at night, when no one else is around, i love making out on them, rawr! they are the best places to star gaze, not like Sylvester Stallone star gaze, but pluto star gaze you know silly….

I love morning breath kisses. Let me make out with you when you look, smell, and feel your absolute worst, and then when you look your best… welll…

I love catching snakes, dont know what it is about them that is so fascinating, but everytime i see one, i drop everything else im doing and try to catch it. and I do mostly, I used to want to work at gatorland, but I went recently, and they seem to be overstaffed already, le sigh.

I love when my sig other calls me unusual pet names, like “penguin butt” “monkey face” “puke breath” and my personal favorite “swamp ass” I love them because they are personal, and non traditional, and … oh… be still my heart….

I love finding money on the sidewalk, or quarters on the road under the toll booth, i mean really, its money, and i found it, without any effort, i wish every job ive ever had was this easy…

I love naked afternoon naps in freshly laundered sheets with unusually high thread counts.

I love playgrounds, but now that im older, i generally have to play on them at night after stink eyed parents take their kids home for the evening.

I love summer camp, working at one, going to them as a kid, there is no place more magical than summer camp.

I love when my sig other nuzzles her face in my neck, when she lays down next to me, when she is scared at the movie theater, when she just wants to show her affection for me, its one fo the most beautiful feelings on the planet.

I fucking love whack-a-mole! talk about a stress release! Course here in florida we had whack-a-gator, but same thing.

I love mailing letters to people with fake stamps on them testing fate to see if the letters will get there, or if the post office will haunt me forever

I love driving with the windows down, my arm out the car, pretending its an airplane, music blasting, me doing my best to sing along with the songs i dont know all the words to, giving concerts for free at every red light.

I love making favorite mix cds, and forgetting what I put on them, so when i put them in my cd player, i am surprised everytime

I love peach pancakes at cracker barrel…. even if i can never finish the entire plate

I’ve shared some things I love in life, what do you love?

I just want to hold them and love them forever
I absolutely love trampolines
I love candy corn
I will love you
I love docks
I love to sit on them
I love them at night
I love making out
I love morning breath kisses
I love catching snakes
I love when my sig other calls
I love them
I love finding money
I love naked afternoon naps
I love playgrounds
I love summer camp
I love when my sig other nuzzles
I fucking love whack-a-mole
I love mailing letters
I love driving
I love making
I love peach pancakes

I love
in life

what do you love?

Lovelorn Poet in New Orleans, LA: Dear Film Industry

June 22, 2015 by lovelornpoets

Dear Film Industry

Dear Film Industry….

I will miss you. I ran out of money to bribe you to stay, but the truth is, you have been itching to leave me long before I told you I was broke. You have used and abused me for several decades now, and I guess I am just too washed up for you these days.

I know you will have plenty of fresh young eager blood in your next state of choice to take advantage of, and I know they will graciously accept you with open arms just as I did in the 00’s.

You are leaving behind a beautiful partnership of nearly free labor from the hungry to the desperate alike, but I understand your need to make your movies and t.v. shows with not only cheap labor, (many times free labor) but your gold digging lusty desires for incentives have to be fed to keep you in good health. I completely understand.

However, don’t expect me to come chasing after you like so many of my friends are doing. This whole process of following the theological buffalo herds is just as ludicrous as your insatiable pallet. I intend to stay where I am comfortable, move if I feel like it, and live out the rest of my life working full time, making my own movies with my own investments paying my crew wages they can pay bills with.

I was disillusioned with you before, I am parting ways, bidding you adieu, wishing the dreamers luck, and seeing where the next few years of my life take me.

Sincerely….
Louisiana

I will miss you
I ran out of money
I told you I was broke
I guess

I am just too washed up for you these days
I know you will have plenty of fresh young eager blood
I know they will graciously accept you with open arms just as
I did in the 00’s

I understand
I completely understand
I intend to stay

I feel like
I was disillusioned with
you before

I am
Sincerely Louisiana