A Poverty of Delight~

A deep, despairing sigh leaves her lips 

with too great force and quivering sound

"It's still happening after all this time" she cries

out to herself, but it lets out pressure, leaving only searing pain

in its place. 

How does one feel better when raw hurt is the daily plate

served generously for plentiful consumption? 

It is as dramatically ingested as a lion taking down its victim

in one, swift Serengeti-style leap. (Most judges say it's a ten, Russia, says a 5.5) It tears piece by piece creating a scene that has played in my head in ravenous terror.

Life is a joke: Sometimes funny, sometimes a flop.  Just stick it and wait for the side splitters, because they WILL come....eventually! Right?

Just keep riffing until they arrive!
(everyone love a clown, unless it's an attorney...oops! Oxymoron!)