Low notes with the act of sadness.
Even with the wittiest of Wit,
The clown plummets downwards
Drowning himself with a whole bottle.
He’ll show you a role model.
I’ll show you a role model.
The show grew with holes—puddles.
Where men with no feet hustled
With souls sold to the so-called devil.
Closing with applause.
I will be publishing work like these a lot. Spontaneous and erratic. I like to call these my medicine since they help me cope with life. Maybe you'll find something similar in these. I hope.