James Marshall Goff Poet Lyric

Bozo the Clown

all us kids on my
block rushed towards bozo's
house when we saw his car
pull up

his yard, unmistakable with the
striped picket fence always kept
the curtains drawn

but when he pulled up to the
curb and opened the trunk we peaked
in 
it was like light hitting buried
treasure 
sparkling sweet

as he handed it out
mom said sad things go on behind
the closed
curtains



11/14/13

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Nette Onclaud November 14, 2013 at 12:28 PM the tears of a clown, the silencing of his heart... enjoyed the use of curtain as a ceative handle, jimbo... riveting, riveting worrrk!..:) huggs

Poet Tacito November 14, 2013 at 11:15 AM Damn, I wasn't expecting that kind of ending...this hit hard, Jimbo. Fantastic.