poetry, politics

Flat Clown World

Is it the years I’ve lived?

Could be they were mostly ugly times,

Remembered through the veil

Of years,

But the calliope music is loud

Like God requested the age

Be the ridiculousness

And even the fervent gather information

Present it as evidence

Or clutch their pearls in

Masked indignation

And the clouds gather

There has always been the

Threat of rain

But I opened my coat

Come shelter

I’ll tell you stories

Until it passes

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