Clown Man

Clown Man breaks down
daily or
secondly or
more.

He lives in clownland
glamour of fear.

He dances in tears
of gold and dirt and
spits his throat dry
at sneers.

How should he go when
the show isn't real?

Where do you dwell when
the paint color peels?

Do the dance of the clowns.

Do the dance of mirrors.

Dance the feel dance:
the flowers-in-your-face dance.

Get up and dance,
Clown Man.

Dance the real dance.