What Crosses My Mind

  • Circus Clowns

    When I was a kid, the circus came to town, I remember not liking the stench, being afraid of the clown. I think there’s any sort of trepidation, when we see a showcase that hides the truth. I grew up to recognize a lot of the wise sort of character playing clowns we see, tend…

  • Feeling Knives

    While taking a walk I left your conversation behind I never looked back I didn’t want to visualize first hand Knives in flight My back exposed ~ I don’t know if you were smiling Curious, I’d rather know directly I suppose What happens beyond my eyes I’ve been told I ought never know Vacant stares;…