i bought this clown at a vintage store
50’s from Japan
big ears
saucy
akimbo
reminds me
of a Fellini clown
a wise Buddhist clown of joyous affirmation
turning down the hill
blue horizon (such a cold place)
this round emptiness a drowned island
she said there had been a flood & bleeding &
turning down the long dry hill a blue crown of sorrow
the light floating like swollen ice caps
her skin a scent of burning fields
a lost music collapsing
here then she sinks a pole
claims these red rooms
a certainty of catharsis
like new moons
counting her prayers thin scratches
pulsing on an old man’s leathery hand
© 2006 r Lance W’ms December 27 she mounted heaven with the bears & the blind dolphins of the Yangtze
we sit scribbling equations
with white wands in
black dirt:
proving
holes
Zero =1 less one
each moment (mote)
cancelled by the next
as if the gathering of clouds
were a rain negating the river
she draw emptiness she draw death
(an old line he dismembers in sum
as if adding a weight of solemn
words on a grave kept a crow
in her velvety cloak)
the icy water melts
& salt is bearded
in the May
fields of
Ham
we prove nothing
to reference
the vale
where
fell
the glance of
his ghost
if not
claiming
a genius merely
squealing at the smoke—
a clown with big ears
is a sign of wisdom
& a ringed circus
still brings joy
let us count the teeth
& the steps up as
she presses her
ear to earth:
her mouth open
© 2006 r Lance W’ms December 27 equational holism
