Short Ticket Stub Poems

I've heard of the Circus Of The Damned;
By all accounts the rumors are true;
The graffiti makes it seem so grande;

Filled with copper and turquoise blue 
billboards have you longing to attend;
In the French Quarter stories continue;

St. Louis boasts a fantasy alive and well;
Vampires perform in this fiendish hub,
gothic striptease mixed with a carnival;

More intense energy than any club,
blood will surely soak your ticket stub....

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Poetry and popcorn. 

I'll take mine warm,
popping over a slow burner,
not with hot air.
Buttered up,
salty and full of fat.

Poetry and chocolate. 

I'll take mine sweet,
not sugar-coated. 
100% cacao.
No artificial flavors, 
no artificial sweeteners, please.

Poetry and a picture show.

I'll take mine free,
with lines that keep moving
for a reason,
for a rhyme.

I'll take mine simple
in black and white.
Torn pages, a ticket stub
in my book
of memorable scraps ......

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