Clown Poet
He had a way with words,
spoken or written,
could clown around with them,
could leave you smitten,
but he could be most sober,
and somber, too,
and leave you with a hybrid
point of view.
Beneath a tree, his epitaph
winks at me:
"Lachrymose don't be,
this isn't tragedy,
you should've seen my dad
doing comedy,
well, apples fall near the tree
where I pee."
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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