Twelve nights ago it was
his corpse
they found
dead for six hours or so
not less
if only more
if only more
two sharp stabs
between the ribs
third & fourth
said the cops
said the cops
It was ironic when you think
Gerry dead in his clown’s suit
With face paint
Clown nose
and all
Tragic comedy ,
That’s what it is
Jane swasi
the oracle
said ,
said ,
In her gloomy tent
Under a cloak of thousand stars
In front of the crystal ball
That is what she calls her self
Mary Jones
Baby doll
the world’s tallest girl
(preety face
if not for the mole
which drowned her super model hopes)
she puffs yet another Marlboro
she puffs yet another Marlboro
Nicotine should calm her soul
Whether they noticed
she wonders
has it been taken in
as evidence, yet
how to wipe it off
the crimson lipstick stain on Gerry’s forehead
kiss he stole between the acts
By the lion cage
While her man
Was running a weary beast
through hoops of flame
through hoops of flame
(It was an open secret
let’s leave it that )
The wise old rishi , George benham
who does a levitating act
hung from his hips
gulps another
of pirate’s delight
of pirate’s delight
cheap old rum
from the bottle
straight
That’s when he saw
through his thickening daze
in the blue red blue red blue red blue red blue red blue red blue red
light
cutting through a moonless night
a dwarf’s soft look and the silver lines
the tears sketch on one’s face
the tears sketch on one’s face
a damsel’s fled love ,
trying to choose between affection and regret
trying to choose between affection and regret
In the blue red blue red blue red blue red blue red blue red blue red
light
cutting through the moonless night
a stabbed dead clown sit up
wink
and beam.
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