(211) One Lined Poem
Classical Sass

Homage To Authority…

A one-lined poem* on “Power”

…whose exercise engenders in the reader a fixed grin, that’s not exactly fixed because it constantly wrinkles and quivers and threatens to turn into laughter or horror or something a little like neither but never does, because the author has practised and maybe perfected control of the matter, for long time and in not exactly this context, but I dunno, if I define it correctly, perhaps I do mean in exactly this context?

*extracted from a recent conversation with Jules who is unaccountably (to me) not on the call list, because sometimes my opinions deserve wider broadcast, and because you can’t fight the power of coincidence.