Thursday, March 28, 2013

Poetry Circus: Youthful Flavors

The witches face cackled
wrinkled like a popcorn ceiling,
an usher with a flashlight.  
The fridge would hum mm and talk to me
filling my head up with lies
snap- crackling- pop
like cracker jacks stuck on socks,
or dried up milk, spilled on corduroys.   
The pink hippos ate.  
And Spider Man appeared on the
Electric Company.
Doug was a guest of
Blinky the Clown.  
As I sat and watched the world descend in shadow.

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