Joker Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

There was the Joker
he
was too a Poet Seer
he smiled
he grinned
with a mischievous smile

the waters in his soul
they were
they ran the night
and
whistled with clouds and
the short winds.

at least
I will today arrive
whistling through my teeth
inside
the winds and rains outside
today
got a little mixed with snow...
but I am here
for I be the Joker
I own the seas
I speak to the immense heavens
I can even make them laugh or
weep
For then
I am the Poet Seer
I own a lot.