Posted in WAKING JAY'S MUSE: (Poetry & Prose)


(If you can’t laugh at yourself, you’ll be the only one not laughing…)

Oh ho! Oh ho! the mystic clown,

I mimic waves

And now spew Foam;

And, spilling madness,

Bite the ground;

Monocular, I strut

My one good leg,

Watching through

My one good eye

The Saprophytic faces.

They don’t even smile,

While I heap myself

A splendid sun of sawdust,

Then around it revolve.

They yawn as I, unfolding,

Disobey the Cosmos —

Stop their world to meditate —

My ruminating finger

In the slush-swamp of my nose.


The mystic clown:

Oh ho!

Oh ho!

Oh ho!

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My Twitter account identifies me as “a writer, a salesman, an optimist, a dreamer,” and adds: “may the four always cohabit and produce wondrous progeny.” Each of the first two identifies a blood-and-bone human being, living in the real world who works very hard at being honest and caring—but, who is still evolving in these areas. The last two (“optimist” and “dreamer”) are foundational qualities in my life. They keep a fire crackling under me that hopefully fuels the writer … and also the salesman, whose hat each of us is hard-wired to wear. Sandwiched somewhere between writing and selling, I attended college and even tried my hand at selling high school kids on why they should love learning and reading and writing. That was a brief stint. Whether teaching failed me or I it, I don’t know. You’d have to ask the kids—though many might be doddering by now, and some dead. Still, experientially, it is a part of me. I am married, living with my dog, Sirius, in Bakersfield, California, and separately from my wife.

4 thoughts on “THE MYSTIC CLOWN

  1. Hmm… “Mystic Clown” such an interesting thought. I think we all can feel like a Mystic Clown, at times. “Oh ho”, seems to be the mist, to me, hiding the TRUE clown. I like it!!!
    He is not noticed, cause his Oh hos cause a mist to distract and so the True clown that he is, cannot be found. Man!!!
    This has me thinking…
    Thank you for sharing!!!

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