spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Labyrinth of booths and tents and tables Haphazard at best, colors and flags everywhere Handwoven scarves and painted magnets Silk-screened logos on tie-dyed shirts Specialty soaps and hand-dipped candles The handicapped kid makes exquisite paintings “Cheapest rates if you switch to us” Jewelry, knives,… Continue Reading “Trinket (meet me at the carnival pt 6)”
A sticky path connects the labyrinth of tents Discarded cups and corn dog sticks Teeth nibbling hand-dipped corn on the cobs Cotton candy art pressed into flowers She blushes as you hand him six dollars Her painted lips the same color as The candied… Continue Reading “Indulgence (meet me at the carnival pt 5)”
Pay the tiny man a pretty penny Pull back the flap, eyes wide no blinking Fifty pounds of piercings glitter and gleam Makes one wonder how he sleeps Two for the price of one Three legs, two torsos, two heads Will she ever find… Continue Reading “Freakshow (meet me at the carnival pt 4)”
Crooked bow tie and wild hair A table that hides nothing Conjuring spellbinding trickery Cards vanish while coins come into view Sleight of hand since he was eight A slick box of tricks Illusions and allusions Follow his hands carefully Always looking in the… Continue Reading “Illusions (meet me at the carnival pt 3)”
Painted cheeks and a fistful of tokens Girly giggles tugging daddy’s hand with Cotton candy fingers Screaming horses stampeding past Wearing saddles of red and blue A trumpeting elephant, trunk held high The giant white rooster’s purple saddle Garish music begins slowly Building in… Continue Reading “Carousel (meet me at the carnival pt 2)”
Purple and black-striped canvas tent Worn on the edges, patches here and there Outside smells like dog piss But inside it smells like incense And the thighs of a curvy woman There are crystals and magic 8 An indifferent dark cat curled on a… Continue Reading “Tarot (meet me at the carnival pt 1)”
I visited her every weekend for nearly six years. Her once-dark hair now silvered with age, but you could see she had been knock-out gorgeous in her youth. In my eyes, she was still quite beautiful. She had no family, so she claimed, and… Continue Reading “The Mush From The Hill”
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
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Poetry by Charles Joseph
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