IF YOU CAN DODGE A WRENCH…

On 5 September 20185 September 2018 By Walter J. WojtanikIn Challenge, Comedy, Game, Poetic Asides, Slapstick, Through the Eyes of a Poet's Heart, Walt's Heartflashes - PoetryLeave a comment

I grew up a stooge.
I had Moe’s haircut
but I got into trouble
when I’d double-up my fingers
to poke my brother’s eyes.
I learned the trick watching
slapstick comedy. Aim for the brows
and hope he doesn’t flinch.
After the first time, he never did.
I hid my love for being a physical joker,
faux eye poker for years. But my greatest
fears were exposed when I chose to watch
“Dodgeball”. A madman throwing wrenches
as a training tool? The only fool
was the guy that didn’t duck.
“If you can dodge a wrench,
you can dodge a dodgeball!”
An involuntary belly laugh every time
I heard it chime off of the man’s head.
You’d think he’d learn after the first time.

Poetic Asides Prompt #452: Game

LOOK AT ME, I’M THE FUNNY MAN

On 15 October 2013 By Walter J. WojtanikIn Comedy, Complex, Face, Humor, Life, Masqueraqde, Poetic Bloomings, Prompt, Sadness, Slapstick, Through the Eyes of a Poet's Heart, Under The Surface, Walt's Heartflashes - Poetry3 Comments

A tear grease painted here on my face
in case the well’s run dry.
The tears of a clown roll down
my bulbous proboscis, sadness
in hiding, providing the greatest spark
on earth to offer my mirth for the joy
of others. It is laughter they are after.
But, it bothers me that I can’t lighten
my own heart. I fall apart and land
flat on my face. Traces of tears
grease painted here, just in case!