(If you can’t laugh at yourself, you’ll be the only one not laughing…)
Oh ho! Oh ho! the mystic clown,
I mimic waves
And now spew Foam;
And, spilling madness,
Bite the ground;
Monocular, I strut
My one good leg,
Watching through
My one good eye
The Saprophytic faces.
They don’t even smile,
While I heap myself
A splendid sun of sawdust,
Then around it revolve.
They yawn as I, unfolding,
Disobey the Cosmos —
Stop their world to meditate —
My ruminating finger
In the slush-swamp of my nose.
I AM
The mystic clown:
Oh ho!
Oh ho!
Oh ho!
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Thanks, Jean. Glad you enjoyed it.
Hmm… “Mystic Clown” such an interesting thought. I think we all can feel like a Mystic Clown, at times. “Oh ho”, seems to be the mist, to me, hiding the TRUE clown. I like it!!!
He is not noticed, cause his Oh hos cause a mist to distract and so the True clown that he is, cannot be found. Man!!!
This has me thinking…
Thank you for sharing!!!
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