Joke's On Me

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 Joke's On Me

And there is this: 

the punchline. Low hanging 

fruit. I can't help but let it fall 

into my palm. Slap it quick 

up to my mouth. Smile, take big 

bites, and flash plum flesh

between my teeth. 


That house of horrors named

Here, Look, My Art! hosts

a painting, a poem, a song.

Into it, I bring humor as a flashlight,

an in vain attempt to believe no one 

can scare me, if first I can 

say "boo." 

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