“Don’t Laugh at the Clown”
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By one a.m.
In the morning
A morning I am not at work,
You will see a change
In my comments
From witty or boring
(Whatever my mood)
To well, dear folk,
Scatty and insane
I’m not on drugs
Nor am I mad,
All our brains are of dust
Mine more than most
Indeed, after a certain time
It thinks in dust.
Thoughts are cut short
They barely last a word
They change from books to films
To a scrap of surrealism.
I think of bananas
Then a breath away
I turn to spiders
To a three-wheeled bike
To occum’s razor to free jazz
To an experience
From such a long time ago.
But do not be afraid
It’s only my dust
My stitches between brain cells
Hooked up to a goose.
—
The Clown From Clowne.
Comments (26)
thoughts like motes of dust in a beam of sunlight. Flitting all over, deranged fairies. Oh, wait…that is my brain…..
nice poem : )
I so understand. Linear thinking is not a my forte either. I am what I call an “associative” thinker. I think something, which makes me think of something else which may or may not be linearly, logically related to the first thing. I quite understand the dusty brain cells and the stitches in between. Now the goose?
i think this way too…my mind get bogged with memories and current events, all competing with the here and now…some times i perfer the dusty moments…have a nice easter day
Not the only one with an oddly wired brain, LP.
And thank you. Positive comments from you make me believe that maybe I will get one published yet.
You are a dear!! As per your comments on my site, I whined to my good friend I visited in Ohio and she sent me a searing email outlining reality checks.One was that when someone says, “We’ll keep in touch.” doesn’t mean they actually will for people forget. I hadn’t read your comment yet and amazingly you are saying the same thing!!!!! Thank you , lovey, for the invite. Actually, I am trying to find someone to come over with me this November….I love to come then for I see all the Christmas decorations in London and get pampered by my friends Peter and Dot in Lincoln. If ever I get over, you could meet me in London for a “night on the town”. How about that, grandpa???
you are more than an amazing writer…
secretely one of the few i really like on these xanga things…
surrealism for sure! c r a z y stuff
I like this poem, it flows so well…and being normal is boring anyway! LOL
nice. just for the record, i didn’t write the poem on my xanga. its a clip from evangeline. if you haven’t read it, you should. its amazing. i used to write poetry a lot, but its sortof like im at a writers “stick”. its weird.
erin
Ah, it was you flying overhead this morning in the early morning light, honking as all you geese honk. Why didn’t you descend and stay awhile? Cyn
I have arrived to tell you that I believe that pineapples are the best fruit. Cheers on your name!
The style of writing in this combine with the style of thought to create a very telling reality. Infinite Blessings
another amazing poem. i understand the dusty brain cells, and stitches between. the goose?
lol..too cute. and i know the feeling.
When my brain turns to dust… and it often does… I let a picture comment for me…
No… The American Slices… you know… the ones where you have to deal with the plastic wrapping in order to get to the cheese. yum
I think of bananas quite a bit myself. Nice dark ones.
Yes, I’ve noticed your dust. I feel like I’m eating it most days. I have a lot of excuses too.
I don’t know why I wrote goose. I wrote this when my brain was on such a half function, when I upset Little Egypt unintentionally by saying totally the wrong words, not words inside my head but words on my fingers. Half of a functioning brain so easily becomes words without form.
I have wrote some of my best poems like this, but also most of my worse! I think tomorrow I will have to lighten the word and put up Sophie’s first published poems! (True, published in a cheapo mag under her nam though it’s mentioned that it’s a nom de plume of me.)
Terry
Thank you for your dear and wonderful comment. I am honored that you favoured it so much – it means the world to me that there are a few people out there who do!
To The Three Headed Sarahs:
Thank you for using the word ephemeral for I had it mixed up with diaphanous. You saved me from totally embarrassing myself when describing any clothing you can see thru as ephemeral!!!
“Aw shucks”, she says as she slaps her thigh, “Now they know I am not smart!!”
It feels like I spend a great deal of time thinking in dust. Especially in AP Calculus.
but these words are golden dust…very beautiful
I’d have to disagree and take offense to you Friends comment. Understanding situations within one’s own circles is not nearly the same as a cliche Hollywood sitcom which involves a bunch of disconnected sexually engrossed people that pass each other around like stoners do a bong.
Wait, wait, wait. Do not put any of this off on me. No one has upset LittleEgypt. You can not upset LittleEgypt as she knows you are a bit on the wacky side, same as herself. I do not generally speaking get upset. Also, when I am at a loss for words, I take the little pics that Alice leaves behind and put them in my comments also. Just for the fun of them. They make me feel good, they are sooooooo cute.
I have a bit of that dust side m’self. It makes you do things like this. And this And a little of this,