Haha, Ha… [POEM]

Clowns
in circus suits
serve as proof
that there is a place
for foolishness

where crowds gather
and the sound of laughter
prove
that there is such a reward
for doing it

for noises and sounds,
ridiculous
no control to be found,
conspicuous
just pesky annoyance,
continuos

outrageous antic
and emotional panic,
standard reaction
to viewing it

and everyone knows them
and laughs for the thrill
the clown brings the party
a life you can feel

an act you consider
to be worth the wait
the jokes and stupidity,
not on mistake…

But balloons
aren’t always shaped
like cartoon figures
and don’t always fly away
sometimes they mind us
unfortunately find us
sometimes they hide
then deflate.

-see

©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

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