A masterful creation captured: A masterful creation captured in short lines of palpable pathway-ism-intellect glories a story of estranged emotion for whosoever isn't clever as a Poet of likeness to your own high caliber. bravo y bravo again!!
The "Doggie In The Window": The "Doggie In The Window" song has caused me to weep since I was three years old or so. And now, thinking of it again, my eyes are already getting misty.
When some of my siblings and: When some of my siblings and I were little, our family had forty-fives that mom and dad would play for us. One was "How Much Is That Doggie In the Window?" Reminds me of some seemingly outdated joys, but ones that were so amazing then and probably still are, given the chance: kaleadoscopes, projectors that played individual images of scenes on the wall rather than the fluid tape of movies, cassettes where we'd record music off the radio, and the like. In a lot of ways, my family probably had things that were considered quite outdated at the time (except the cassettes), which is why my parents were able to get them - via someone disgarding them. Anyway, your poem made me think back to all of that. :) But in a more direct, even if somewhat abstract, connection to your poem, I'll share this:
Our neighborhood had a lot of hookers roaming around, for most of my early childhood years. On a few occasions, we had hookers look through our window to see if anyone was home, hoping to steal my sister's drying clothes off of the line (which happened a number of times). "How much is that hooker in the window" brings some different images to mind for me than most readers, I imagine, as such.
If you’ll allow me..: If you'll allow me..
How much is that hooker in the window?
The one that says 'Marked down, on sale'
How much is that hooker in the window?
I do hope that hooker's female
I notice these hookers in the window
I've been out on a wild bender
My judgement is pretty impaired now
Don't want to f**k a transgender
too bad they don't make: too bad they don't make awesome music like they used to. Long live the Dead! Love their song-Touch of Grey. brings back fond memories
Ty.
I thought I should: Ty.
I thought I should clarify I meant it just is as in it just exists. also thanks for reading. I'm rewlly.enjoying yours as well!
take it or leave it: Well, after having read a few of your Poems, the recent ones, I can confidently fit myself in the category of sensing your obvious talent. And thank you very much for the comment.
Thank you again: That's very kind of you to say. I'm never sure what resonates with people so I just kind of try to draw comparison to conceptualizations