Clown Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Mirrored
craggful face
of hagful mouth,
yawning
tired eyes
cried outside emptiness,
still void suckling
of wisdom.

Unstill head
of unwed memories.
Painted clown
of downtrodden
askew ideas, fears
of unfulfilled
completive years.

Task of your mask
to dance with you
unfertiile, futile dances
in secondary person,
to improve or worsen
with the unstable illusion
or your own reflection.

Times imperfection.



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