Ragged Days

Only a specter,
I stumbled into
An abandoned amusement park,
Over haunted relics,
And the dizzying merry-go-round ride
Of those ragged days:

Through cobwebs of disenchantment
I groped, to uncover
Half buried in dust
The scattered fragments
Of a long-ago shattered
Funhouse mirror.
 --Samantha Mozart, 4/6/71

2 Responses to Ragged Days

  1. Robert Price says:

    Your beautiful poetry
    Is consequential
    To exploits
    I have suffered
    To render:

    Though less
    A phantom,
    More a zombie
    Spinning around,
    By those
    Who chose
    To smash
    The last scraps.

  2. Tracy Bhan says:

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