Jan Hauck (June 1,1978)
Is it valid? Is it relevant? Can you decide?
I think it is an awful tragedy, somewhat primal.
What happens, what happens, what happens?
The clash and creation of complementary talents
Beyond cuff links, ties and the stiff, flaky and
Disconnected speech, drowning in words
Which are barely known outside of this realm.
Like a circus, traveling from town to town,
Entertainment in my tow, masks and a show
Of ghosts separated, segregated from the world to
Make you laugh. The freaks and deformed morphed
Into you, do they offend? The orchids have their own
Room among the roses, under the barred windows,
Their scent traveling sweetly to a place near you.
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