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
Yeah, that is pretty shitty... not the poem, though!
ReplyDeleteoh dang...that sucks, not just for the choice but then the results...and now you live with...
ReplyDeletesmiles.
choices have consequences... some are the shits... so true.
ReplyDeleteYea, I hate it when that happens. Good, tight write.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteGreat write!
ReplyDeleteCoyote nights leads to desperate getaways.
ReplyDeleteHow do you get outta bed without waking him up??
Chew yer arm off of course. Quietly...
it was just that.........indeed...nicely done and thanks for sharing this
ReplyDeletefell in love -> what a pun
ReplyDeleteshow's about to begin
Karma happens! :)
ReplyDeleteOh this is good. Sometimes the consequence of a wrong choice is shit indeed.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
I know you said you didn't like this...but I really do...
ReplyDeleteWonder how many of us can relate to this? How many would admit it? Nice write!
ReplyDeleteThis one is definitely not the...
ReplyDeletesh(izn)its.
;)
That's life! And this is poetry! Fine write.
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