Sunday, May 20, 2012

Magpie Tales 118: Send In The Clowns



The Circus With the Yellow Clown, 1967, Marc Chagall
Shared by Tess Kincaid



high wire 


wasn't that the shits? 
coming down from a 
night high - booze, maybe 
pills - 

coming down to realize 
the one you picked for 
a one night fling wasn't 
that hot after all 

wasn't that the shits? 
that he fell in love with you
and sang your songs, the 
radio on - wasn't that 
just... 



Poem © 2012 R. Burnett Baker

16 comments:

  1. Yeah, that is pretty shitty... not the poem, though!

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  2. oh dang...that sucks, not just for the choice but then the results...and now you live with...

    smiles.

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  3. choices have consequences... some are the shits... so true.

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  4. Yea, I hate it when that happens. Good, tight write.

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  5. I think the title of your poem is a brilliant counterpoint to the nature of the verses. Thank you for sharing this dark sided perspective, Rick.

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  6. Coyote nights leads to desperate getaways.

    How do you get outta bed without waking him up??

    Chew yer arm off of course. Quietly...

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  7. it was just that.........indeed...nicely done and thanks for sharing this

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  8. Oh this is good. Sometimes the consequence of a wrong choice is shit indeed.

    Anna :o]

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  9. I know you said you didn't like this...but I really do...

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  10. Wonder how many of us can relate to this? How many would admit it? Nice write!

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  11. This one is definitely not the...

    sh(izn)its.

    ;)

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  12. into each life some shit will fall....or something like that!

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  13. That's life! And this is poetry! Fine write.

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