"These aren't poems. They're more like long-form fortune cookies."
well, I'm writing this one on this one, because I don't know how to bring "Night Clerk" forward...truthfully, I have no memory of that gem, but I'm so happy that Tammy and/or Bobb-o loved it, so I could read it...I just love those kinda love stories...really nice emotion, brother...congrats on your all-star status on PA, but I thinks it's way cooler that I scored Katy Perry tickets...I think we'll be the oldest at that concert by at least 40 years
Thanks Dan,Yes, you will be the coolest one at the Katy Perry concert. Or you a fan, or are accompanying one?Thanks againMosk
LOL I think I might have been in that audience once or twice myself.
I'm a huge fan, mostly for how she does not take herself seriously, like you, and also like you, is incedibly enlightened at such a tender age. Oh crap, the real reason I like her is because my war-savaged hearing can still understand her lyrics.
I used to open for comedians at Caroline's Comedy Club, the first one, in Chelsea, NYC. Lots of up-and-comers like Seinfeld, Leno, Pee-wee Herman (laughed my ass off every show), Sandra Bernhardt, etc.I can truthfully state that your poem is truth. Bitter, cold truth. It was an expensive club, and the crowd could be very cold. Like Queen Victoria:"We are not amused."Great stuff, Bruddah. Ameleh