
brown paper bags
are perfect for lunch
or for face;
cover for deep disgrace
or shroud for a myriad hang-ups
one might have had.
once a favored prop
of comedians who remained nameless.
unknown to audiences they slayed;
laughed themselves into stitches--
blue skinned and breathless;
ache in their sides; almost dead--
stayed faceless and splayed.
2 comments:
Cool, i love this poem a lot.
thank you Momo Luna. i'm glad you liked it and also to hear from you.
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