Freak Faces, Gout Glances & Pale Places Poem by John Sensele

I leapt forward and wept
The demise of the dream
No longer swept or kept
Beyond the rim of my whim and swim scheme.

I leapt forward and broke
The ice at a price that couldn't suffice
To risk the stroke of the frock
I wore as I swore to roll my dream dice.

I leapt forward and spoke
The truth about the trite tantrum
That came to the fore as I broke
The jinx that hexed and vexed my sorority scrum.

I leapt forward and lost
Balance in circumstances where glances
At trivia times, in pale places and at freak faces cost
Me dear as they dimmed my charity and chastity chances.