Kenneth, loves satire and writings to spotlight others, but he also has an "addiction" so to speak, to dramatic and abstract/prose poetry.
Just a ragged clown only one I am
Only known in few hamlets in and mostly dirty towns.
Life is but an obscurity--peace be knownst to me
I seldom see, really see, the you that exists in thee.
Just a sad, lonely clown with rags for coats
And tears for motes, I walk in lonely light of gray.
Only a wind-up, cheap toy store clown
Only one I am falling up, but mostly down.
Never knew love or lover true
Just a wink, a salty, whiskey or two.
Jobs I failed, and God I don't rail
I am but one, sad, lonely clown.
Meager crumbs no man of honor eat
Clouds of sadness and laughter at my feet.
Ride her railroad, sleep in cold, borrowed down
Alas, dear pitiful, filthy world, I am but one,
sad lonely clown.
Music heard boring note, a beggar's bag I tote
Real to only the beating vessel in that I wrote.
Longing for one, quick moment of pleasure past
No longer acting, no longer reacting to master's
I was never known, never fed on lily petals of white
My mother of cold wind storm and left a tomb at night.
Ghosts on carnival train starve with me now days
Gasping at small breaths and borrowed sun's dark rays.
But I, only I, will ever know, ever be what you dreamed
I was given away my soul torn and spirit schemed.
Spinning wheel oh, surge and let my sand spill down
At last, not fast, I was just one sad, ragged clown.
© 2017 Kenneth Avery