‘No Clown Knows‘
I’ve seen you bending angst-to-arts
I’ve witnessed many times
As you’ve rendered misfit feelings,
‘n crafted silent silken rhymes.
Then turned out twisted-cotton love.
with enough to pay the bills (On time!)
I’ve watched in gleeful disbelief
as magick filled the air
Sheering patterns & stitched up hems
feets sprouting art as you walk.
Fingers twitch & needles glare
the humming peddled pressed.
Fabrics chosen, I stand frozen,
as bolts come rushing forth!
∞
Only Friends are Real
Embrace Shulgin-ness
DON’T SCARE THE HORSES
DO BETTER!
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