Carnivale

 

At night the house makes strange,

throaty sounds. My thoughts hold hands

 

to keep from getting lost. A gambler'a 

ghost paws through unseen cards.

 

The carnival ia in town.  A roller coaster

on my lawn rumbles above coffins filled

 

with matchsticks. A hawker tells me:

salvation is easy as a pink teddy bear.

 

Just pop the balloos. 

A nickel a chance.

 

 

 

Comments

[Bob Taylor]

Charlie
Sorry to use this venue to get in touch with you I noticed your account on FB is deactivated are you coming back ?
Bob Taylor

[Charlie]

Hey Bob. No apologies necessary. You can always reach me here. Yes, I nixed the FB account for several reasons... among them that I am gearing up for autumn poetry submissions and many magazines regard FB status updates as "prior publication."

I also found that I was too often responding to others' posts with the first thing that came to mind--honest but not always tactful.

Will I be back? Probably.

[Bob Taylor]

Thats what I figured...Im in the process of preparing a article for a toy train magazine and the editor will be wanting me to pull down any pictures of my collection and layout...makes for a lot of "mopping up" on the net...Good luck with the submissions !!!
Funny thing is I fought Facebook for years but I joined because of you actually it was easier to follow you there than on Flickr...I'm glad this blog is still here !!!
Only the best to you my friend !!!
Bob Taylor

[Charlie]

Thanks, Bob! To you as well!