Circus Act

You gotta admit it.
You had it a minute,
But held On,
And it’s Gone,
And now you ain’t with it.

Flip it though
And you See
When you lookin at ME
It’s EASY to BE
On that SIDE
Cause you Hide
When you ain’t the one
That’s in it,
But Spin it,
Around,
Up and down
You a clown;
just an Act
For a minute.

Thoughts?

Morons, morons, everywhere.
They’re everywhere I go.
Can’t always see them coming,
But I’m glad to see them go.

Maybe I should wear a sign
That simply says, No thank you.
I wonder if they’d stay away?
If not i could try, Blank You.

Pondering

Ain’t memory somethin?
And, what comes to mind?
And, what of the details
That we can’t seem to find?

Past situations;
It-was-now,
Then,
At that point.
But, now the point’s lost
At a point that’s past then;
Now.
How?
That’s not the point.
That’s a question.

Wow.
You got it?
Then now
You had it,
And got it
For now.

Playful Words

Saw-lid view,
Tim buck too
Past your eyes.
Sea?

Drive not the ball,
But to the ball.
Golfers use a tea.

Stinky close,
Grarden hoes.
A flat-bed
To move some sleep.

Hall the load.
Hawk I site.
Y-stop
Thoughs-who-weep?

Funny, honey.
Can’t stop a Trane.
Like, know one
Stops the reign.

Liter’s fall
As seize inns call.
See threw the win-dough pain.