The Clown

Through Misty Mountains,
Driven by the Sound.
Vapors like Fountains,
The Call of The Clown.

Lay Down in Leisure,
Restless Toss and Turn.
Hedonist Pleasure,
Regard no Return.

In Halls of Justice,
Crack of the Gavel.
Placid Indifference,
Sardonic Cackle.

Identity - Creativity
What do you Feel?

Authenticity - Reality
Keeping it Real.....

Return to Nature,
Step into the cave.
The Clown's a butcher,
You were so Naive ....

Author notes
Sunday September 30, 2012 1:25pm
This poem speaks for itself. Its the senseless Futility of life that turns us into Clowns.