Saturday, August 16, 2014

The Wit and the Pendulum

Stupendous pendulum
Gravity tugging earthward with each arc
Blade singing in anticipation
Thirsting for life

A clown in wait
His painted countenance giddy with false mirth
The reaper's metronome ticking out his last minutes

What jape or gambol could arrest the blade's insensible wrath?

"Hey! I'm not even tied up," said the clown, and walked away on honking red shoes

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