a fool

I am the fool

Who juggles

Sword heart and jewel

And when I stumble

My oval struggles

Wounding heart with both

Tools

 

I am the fool

Who rides a

Poodle shaped balloon

And when I shackled

Moon to ground for you

Thought not of snafu

Condemning and consuming

 

At least the monsoon

 

Washed your car.

Reviews

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~ an excruciating experience but exquisite poetry...
~ i relate to the first stanza a lot... because it reminds me of someone...