- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Artisan's Wait
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Click herefried twinkies, funnel cakes
creatures on a stick
fog of grease and powdered sugar
hangs over the artisan tent
one track minds with depot asses
waddle by clutching heart attacks
I wait for martini ladies
lighthouse lovers
originals who crave the same
I wait for the next festival
where bib overalls don't exist
and chewing tobacco is frowned upon
- COMMENTS
YDDalmost 20 years agoStrong contrast created by the fair images in some good lines.
I must admit that I found the sugary smell of food more interesting than the weak waft of gin in a 5 to 1.
Anonymousalmost 20 years agoOf the carnivals when I was younger. All the sweets the rides the smells. I am not sure that this is what you wanted the readers to get from it but I liked it.
Always, E
Syndra Lynnalmost 20 years agoReally funny. I love:
waddle by clutching heart attacks
The words paint the picture with deadly accuracy. The next time will be better. Or maybe the time after that.
WickedEvealmost 20 years agoI found a lot in this poem to love. First, do they fry twinkies? I love funnel cakes. Creatures on a stick? Like what? Possum dipped in fudge? lol
This is priceless:
"one track minds with depot asses
waddle by clutching heart attacks"
Great line:
"I wait for martini ladies"
"I wait for the next festival
where bib overalls don't exist
and chewing tobacco is frowned upon"
You must live near me!
Tathagataalmost 20 years agofor the senses.
I could smell and hear the fair ground.
and I love the images and word play here.
a nice little piece
Thank you
