Driving past the stands,
Seeing the prep for the new day.
Hearing the chatter of the carny folk.
I dream the prizes,
See the secrets,
Know the truth for ten minutes.
Waking, forgetting, yet feeling.
Still.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
This is a haven for thoughts expressed in poetic forms.
Enjoy the road less travelled
your poetry submissions are welcomed and encouraged prof.madmax@gmail.com
Followers
The Widget of Eastwicke
Reuters: Oddly Enough
About Me
- Prof.Madmax
- Mount Vernon, Tennessee
- I am an English major graduate with a B.A. from the University of Tennesse. These are my poor atempts to begin to learn how to capture that elusive spark, or the memory of said spark, that is, after all, life.
The Onion
No comments:
Post a Comment