Midway by Tailor Bell

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Midway

preferring not to read between the lines
but rather to witness the carnage, the visage
face to face
on the fast rollercoaster
enjoyed for its weightless curves and swing
few bother to remark
on axle construction
or merry-go-round similarities
scream out loud
who cares
its the ride amigo
lets go baby lets go

Tailor Bell

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Karina Kfuri (7/6/2007 6:53:00 AM)
Ihhhhhhhhhh HA! :)

So lost I was in reading your art that I just realized after your last sentece call that is way passed my time to go and face the fact that I must sleep...Later then, for more to learn, back here reading you The Tailor Bell Poet I shall be.

So inteligent and well tought...Art of yours, managed with perfection...

Gregory Gunn (10/15/2006 10:56:00 AM)
Yeah, suppose most folk don't stop to smell the stenches nor even ponder what it's all about, Alfie. Perhaps it's better that way, in that ignorance is bliss; if one thinks excessively, then he or she just might fly off their roundabout. Damned good piece of inking, Tailor.

Cheers,

Greg

PS: No Soup For YOU!

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