consequence of knowledge:
a tiny riddle
scrolled inside a bullet
fired into the nearest head
to intice thought…
laughing at sheep:
they sheers our coats with our dignity
for quite some time we remain skinny
out necessity we huddle together
until what was taken grows back
and is never again
temporary
moment of the clown:
o mild night tonight
humid
busy French street
bars and evening meals
conversation amber lights
sipping in the tang of my beer
i wave at a passing clown
who i was never to see again
ever
Colinsign, I really like the 1st and 3rd offerings. The 2nd offering comes in a close 2nd to the other 3 that bookend it nicely. It’s not that the “Sheep” poem-vignette --if I may coin that term in reference to your bites-- isn’t fully realized; it’s just that 1 and 2 seem even more fully realized, at least as far as my opinion goes - do you smell something subterranean/septic wafting thru cyberspace?