forgotten by a departing circus, long agoA Poem by Philip GaberThe movie
opened with an old clown sitting on a
swing, smoking, and sipping
from a flask. A young girl
approached him
cautiously. Stood in front of
him. Asked him, “Why are you
all by yourself?” The old clown
said, “It’s a long
story, kid.” The girl
reached into her pocket, pulled
out a Fireball, and offered it to
the clown. The old clown
shook his head. The girl
shrugged, and walked away. The old clown
shouted at the girl, “YOU WORTHLESS
LITTLE S**T!” The movie ended
with the psychiatrist
and the priest being run off the
road into the ocean by the old clown,
who’d spent the entire movie
traumatized by the discovery of a diabolical
truth; science and
theology had failed him. The next day
the clown walked into a lake and
became one with something. The screen
faded to black and
the credits rolled. © 2024 Philip GaberFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on June 3, 2024 Last Updated on June 3, 2024 AuthorPhilip GaberCharlotte, NCAboutI hate writing biographies. I was one of those kids who rode a banana seat bike and watched Saturday morning cartoons and Soul Train. But my mother would never buy any of those sugary cereals for us k.. more..Writing
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