There he sits every day,
whiskey and cigarettes
daytime T.V.
shoe leather’s gotten thin,
needles in the hallway;
the accoutrements of ennui,
perhaps.
There they sit every day
images of unattainable dreams,
missed opportunities,
bad choices
limitations;
the architecture of bitterness,
perhaps.
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A splendid delineation of the” link” between the apathetic viewer and ” the architecture of bitterness ” projected on the screen.Perhaps !
Stark truth of the sad state of perhaps the unemployed or homeless expressed brilliantly!