Yes. I love Dallas Clayton. All my posts lately have been of his poems.

But I cannot help it. I must share.

What does it mean to you
to be disappointed?
When you imagine disappointment
does it have a face?
A scowl ike an ugly high school thing
coming back at you from the past?

It’d be nice if we could put a face
on all those emotions
that scare us into mediocrity.

Make it easier to poke out their eyes.

-Dallas Clayton