Born Merely Clown

Born Merely Clown
© Surazeus
2024 03 17

Awake in glow of vast lenticular, 
I backward flow on stream of faceless words 
to ungrasp thought for each particular 
that flutters joyful anguish of wild birds 
who swoop with full exquisite themes of love 
to fall stone-dreamed in shadow of the cove. 

Stark silent wisdom stones express in song 
urge little children flapping wingless arms 
to unsurprise wreathed tree that sells time wrong 
through endless councils legislating charms 
which Ocean suns with total amplitude 
based on unnow that measures poisoned food. 

More recent memories blooming dolls of grief 
consider shadows where blind children play 
games of chase with specters of disbelief 
performed by grim immortal mime of clay 
who molds snowflakes in idols of dead gods 
since sons of Jesus rule with iron rods. 

Born merely clown from mother of what if, 
I jump vast ocean bridges cracked by faith 
to measure span of life by looming cliff 
that knows why children steal books from the wraith 
though he sells silence in glass jars of hope 
with manuals that teach fools tricks how to cope. 

Each purchased fragment split from false untime 
contracts green silence with cold kiss of death 
out-morning warmth of calculated rhyme 
that tricks her son to wear clay face of breath 
with each new cloud far-dancing on blood hill 
unborn through flowers of conceptual will. 

Five faces painting gloom on boundless walls 
consider love more thick than seldom seen 
far deeper than white sea of serpent calls 
who sanely grasps frail moon in time machine 
as if we little unforgive forged pride 
less secret than cruel deeds we try to hide. 

Not thicker than forget of cannon speech, 
we laugh enormous clever no one hears 
to unregret frail corpses from foul beach, 
incensed by talking fists of huger fears 
too vivid for our children to dismiss 
with sometimes pleasure of the stolen kiss. 

Yet utter ripeness stuck between far downs 
expands unspeaking girls with honest tricks 
who search for named boys in pretty how towns 
with floating bells that holy book depicts 
as guessed uncertainties children obtain 
when they sleep dreams of starving bitter pain.