a puzzling pentad of pithy paradoxical poems

more sublime the rose  
even more sublime the prick
that hurts far, far more

. . .

not everyone
deserves happiness
but everybody
deserves a chance
even the ones
that hurt themselves

. . .

the thief couldn’t understand
why his victim
couldn’t care less
about money

his victim
knew money
attracts thieves
and who needs that?

. . .

the theater stood cold and gray
no light
no color
no gaiety
it is a tomb for dreams
when no dreamers
can be found

. . .

the less you breathe
the more you grieve

© Buzz Dixon