One day when I was young I watched a carnival
beyound the boundaries of my confines
sitting on a tree trunk
Out of curiosity being rhapsodic about his stunning
red color constrasting with his black facial mask and red bill
Moving beyond the boundaries of my confines
Category: Poets
Sick Perfection, Poetry by Jocelyn Jones
Perfection is
The disease of a nation
That has suddenly
Made us all very sick
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