ONE FOR THE APPLES
08.04.28
"We said when we started we'd sell anyone a ticket who walked up."- Linford, Chicago Nov.07

Coyote snickers

You make this movable freak show
That scores me tickets
All the better

The Lovers call me the bad apple.

You folks call me all kinds of things.
D.M.
Ray
Yote
D.
Dude

Ex.

Listee
Lostee
Apple

Friend.

Untied by the common purpose
There is no bad show
There to encourage the miracle
As much as enjoy it
The memories etched indelibly
In our souls
Even Bitter sweet.