The Sad Clown

Everyday I paint a smile,Over this frown,Only to have cried it off,By the Sun’s going down, Tying my shoes together,For your sick pleasure,Tripping on over-sized leather,My expense, at your leisure An entire life on the tight-rope,Another squirt of seltzer in the eye,Finally under this big top,You laugh, I fall, I die. Tying my shoes together,ForContinue reading “The Sad Clown”

Aphorism On The Will To Live

When one has neither the will to live, or to die; life is a mortal limbo, and psychic portent to the immortal limbo.

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