Traveling Circus

after Paul Klee

In my tear,

That is where they exist:

Cute magician, ventriloquist,

Fat Lady sitting asmile atop an obelisk.

A train of thought?

Perhaps a gist.

Swami, charmer-somnambulist,

No dream, this precipice.

A movie screen --

Two-dimensional, white.

Heretofore abstracted themes come alight,

And encore, encore, encore.

A stilted Mex,

Diver's eye,

Bewitches a lissome trapezist.

One-ringed escapade, that get.

The acrobatics of smile ponder midair,

Take the sway to the fore then diminish.

The tumultuous sigh of an angry gibe

Loosed upon a vacant arena.

Painter,

Poet with sentient eye, ear,

If the image exists in turbidity, remain enigma,

With the Noh mask, clown's makeup.

Conceptus

Small stone cactus

Canker ate its root

Trash it

As the dentist a tooth

The doctor a bosom

Sleep

Arrest this wisdom

Lay chaste its fertile sermon

Hot blood

Scald the bastard notion

Let us hear the damned creeper shriek

Holy Mother of God

Let us crucify this conceptus

Yea Yea cry the masses

And for nails

A list of grievances