Great poem. Hopelessness leads to nervousness. So does reading poetry to friends while facing away from them. I wish I could have been there. Wish I had known the Rusty Nail…even Sue, although I would have never gotten her connection with the tiny cows. lol.

It got me a little tipsy too. Nice thoughts in here.

Of course the images very well elaborate the message.

very nicely done, you expressed your thoughts well.

This made me recall poetry readings, and reader theatre events some that were crowded. Some where no one came. Too much beer and yes hope for change.

Loved the pics and this was nicely written.

it was then when i learnt

sleeping in the NUDE

which u profess also,

is a great way of economising

on clothes

I enjoyed this little trip down memory lane.

very reminescent of Springsteen’s “my home town”. Watching something vital to your formative years dying around you. very engaging.

Those times obviously left an impact on you, and I can see why. Thanks for playing again dude.

Wow, this was engaging. A great trip down memory lane, combined with the brash nervousness of youth and the old, shriveled feeling that comes from watching a beloved part of your history die. I feel like I rode the roller coaster. I think I’ll go again….

A great poem for the challenge and I really like the pics.

I remember this era very well, and am living proof of it. You brought back many memories for me. Well done and thanks.

A myriad of emotions in this piece, and I do like the flow too. Times passed, times missed.

Well done. I like the pictures in the breaks

I love this piece. Great work here Mark. Another absurdist mark on history. Cool writing.