say no to clowns

ebullient decay…

the tears, like that sky, were blue… — June 20, 2017
safer ground — June 14, 2017
no one is around — June 12, 2017
heteroclite? — June 8, 2017
— May 21, 2017


he didn’t look up


he was afraid

the tenacious unspoken

in a thousand fragments

would crash down on him.

he was amazed the trees

were not bowed from the weight

of that thing they couldn’t say

and he remembered that song…

he looked up at the changing of the colours to paradox –

now weightless


it would be the paper cuts

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