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The Street Performer

The exaggerated satire,
the exhausted clown.
The simmering red dawn,
painted the eyes.

Silent griefs,

as loud as 

the falling coins,

that filled his stomach.

 

 

 

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  • quantumsurveyor
    December 15, 2008

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    The imagery here is intense and satisfying except for falling coins in his stomach. The allusion, I am afraid, passed me by. (PS You did ask.)

  • mmook
    December 15, 2008
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    well done!