Justin Tallman

Rookie (September 4th,1989 / Milwaukee, WI)

Even The Jester Cries - Poem by Justin Tallman

The blank page
the terror
the slap of doubt
that tingle
which runs
down your spine
in the form of
that really
you were never
actually worth shit

It is that laughter
ringing a rhythm
ha ha ha
tapping the drum
of your ears

It's like watching
the black man
act white
or the white
sagging pants
waddle down the hood
in the Jordans he bought
with suburban cash
weekly allowance
'thank you mother'

This is you
with something to say
before a crowd
piercing eyes staring
with the intensity
of the pounding judgement
of a gavel
laughing at the goof ball
on stage
and wondering
why you're not dressed
flashy jester attire
dunce hat

But what about your eyes?
Staring at the humanoid
body of flesh
in the bathroom mirror
which stares back
at your consciousness
and asks
'Am I more
than skin and bones? '

Are you?

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

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