I defy you,
Or you …
Any of you who are
Capable, still, of feeling;
Not robbed of sensitivity
By society’s cavalries …
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The Janus Faces.
The Currency of Clowns.
Small, frail shapes
Flitting,
Cursor fast
And confident:
Through woodbine tunnels
In the elf-shine hours, navigating
Between moon nectar cups
And scent promise blossoms.
Stakes are mortality-high
But the brief-held prize Is so,
So gloriously worth it
That resistance is the
Currency of clowns.
The gods who created moths
Never intended them to
Grow old and feeble.
Image: www.jennacartwright.com
26/7/2013
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
