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these things i’ve done in jest by Dalton Derkson

read children’s books in search
of zen enlightenment.
talked a blue streak about it
in a bar full of stragglers.
sweat shirts yellow with anxiety,
awaiting your speech.
slept off the orange of the after-
noon alone.
held white sheets up to windows
& muddied them tracing your face.
awoke to work green hands
rusty between smokes with the boys.
moved mauve & bruising
beneath the bounce in other’s steps.
i broke brain
contemplating
a crossroad
perceived
at black & white.
i missed miles of grey road ahead.

A sad shriveled jester by Robert Bowerman

A sad shriveled jester
weary of speaking truth
to power, curls up
and sheds a tear

for what has been lost.

No longer young he looks
back over the years
and wonders what did it
all mean?

Kings laughed and powerful
people pretended to listen
but nothing changed.

Courtiers still shuffle
pieces on the chessboard
and another jester mocks
their moves.

Now wiser, this fool
knows one man alone
is not enough.