why carnival ride operators play black sabbath to disturb utopia (Poetry) - 12/14/2013 5:46:23 PM
The stuffed shirts don't like carnies. The carnival is what some young ones dream of running away to. I's sort of like the river life, gets in your blood. Then you can't imagine living life any other way. All things (sometimes) come to an end. Whether we want it to or not.
First time I've seen Aleister Crowley referred to in a poem that I can remember. Good read Talia. Bob
brown paper bag (Poetry) - 12/9/2013 9:47:50 AM
good job ... "a hot cup of coffee and a bagel," is more than i ever got for a poem ...
brown paper bag (Poetry) - 12/7/2013 12:58:10 PM
A highly interesting juxtaposition of thoughts.
Ron
brown paper bag (Poetry) - 12/7/2013 7:53:06 AM
hello to the Den, a fine write, hope to read you again
budd
brown paper bag (Poetry) - 12/7/2013 5:18:25 AM
Ahhh . . . The street people aren't what they used to be. Back in tha day he would've used the money for a jug of Sweet Lucy.
Welcome to the Den.
