Robert Hensler

Rookie (July 27 1934 / Manhattan, NYC, NY)

Clown Dance In Baggy Pants - Poem by Robert Hensler

It should be a big surprise,

when you slip up to the end of days,

as skeleton fingers press your eyes,

and you stare into the hooded face,

that this it. It's over. Pow!

There is no more to do or see.

It's your time to enter NOW.

Shuck your skin.

Step out: Free!

Comments about Clown Dance In Baggy Pants by Robert Hensler

  • (2/2/2010 12:21:00 PM)

    why 'slip up to the end of days' as in it just creeps up on u? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 2, 2010

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