Saturday, December 24, 2011

THE WORST


It’s true, 
I always imagine 
the worst, 
the small circus 
in my head 
closing, 
the bearded lady 
forced to shave 
twice a day, 
the lion dying 
of hunger 
under the swing set 
in a neighbor’s 
backyard, 
people saying
about me 
that he used 
to write poetry.


Howie Good

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