Playing half the fool
engages manic energies
quite easily displaced by
throwing shells away;
Like in-concert solitude
wears half of a sullied
ass’s head outplaying
any grand entrance
No accessory buys
coherence if sanctioned
veils of sanity celebrate
routine humiliation
Thus is fools’ bliss; you
don’t mean to self-delude but
gastropod volutions of grandeur
make it an inescapable whorl
© 21 July 2011, I. D. Carswell
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