Thursday, March 28, 2013
Poetry Circus: Youthful Flavors
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
Doug was a guest of
Blinky the Clown.
As I sat and watched the world descend in shadow.