healing is that foolish game
of pretend he always plays
so long that the makeup
became his skin
and that he became
a con man of himself
deceiving him to smile
deceiving him to laugh
deceiving not to cry
but sometimes
he loses the game
the con man fails an act
becomes a clown himself
tries to make him smile
tries to make him laugh
then he starts to cry
he loses the game
what's left
is a frowning face
no tricks, no coins, no ace
so this is healing, he said
wiped his tears
wore his makeup
no one wants a crying clown
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Unmuffled
Poetrya collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
