To Dance With Clowns

“Strange,” he thinks, quietly to himself,

Climbing the suddenly-too-steep staircase,

“Strange how the world turns

Around a moment in a relationship” :

For earlier, he watched love shade

Change to pity then full-blast ranting hatred.

“Strange, ” he cannot stop thinking now

That he’s started …

“The world is turning around this latest demand”.

He means the single white pill, so tinily perfect –

Balanced like an equation-to-be

In the bowl of a silver spoon.

Reflections come, twist, haunt  and pass on.

Quiet desert fire isolation,

Wild, decibel-loaded parties,

Southern belt skies, dreams of

Oaks and queens and

Better-when bad princesses,

White bannisters, warm apples,

Good company on journeys-far-from home.

Reaching the familiar-for-once carpeted landing

He pauses to rescue a breath, reminds himself:

“Those who choose to dance with clowns

Would do well to remember how quickly,

How well, how completely they recover from falls.”

 

7/4/2013

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4 thoughts on “To Dance With Clowns

  1. tjtherien says:

    enjoyed this…

  2. beeseeker says:

    Thank you, your comment means a lot!

  3. what a twist! Have you ever seen “Hush, hush Sweet Charlotte” ?

    • beeseeker says:

      Glad you liked it.
      I didn’t know anything about Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte until your suggestion – took a précis from Wikipedia – looks seriously mean and, frankly terrifying.

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