the clown shall remain nameless, cough

say no to clowns

the falls and the rises

the contours of surprises

the weeds in their guises…

growing inside of me

at the speed of duality

unique to humanity

(why am I rhyming in threes?

but I guess, technically

it’s now five.)

I ponder –  inner strolling with my allergy medication

but really, upon pages of days of consideration –

it’s time to slash and burn.


first featured image:  Alfred Kenneally on Unsplash

second image:  Melissa Askew on Unsplash

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