The mighty Clown

Walking along a glittering white beach at dawn,
Feet sinking into the small whirlpools of sand
Which your shoe-d toes are resistant to pull from,
It feels good to be alone when you are not lonely.

The salt stained face to your solitary disgrace
remains, despite your endless wiping, salty.


The untamed wind that has run its course
Dying out of momentum as it meets your face
The casual whistling and the chill it brings
Just like horror movies on Saturday night.


As you watch the mighty sea frustratingly with waves
Wash itself of all land-ly filth, an irritated fool
You remember that dumb dog across your fence
That funnily kept going dizzy trying to catch his tail.

The dejected crescent moon above, lost in her thoughts
Pulls forgetfully the exhausted Poseidon's invisible mane;
And he with a weakened instinct, stands up and stares,
For a moment before his impulsive tide falls
And he continues his never-ending cleansing
He with mock revenge hits back at the shore. 

Amused exceedingly by these childish tirades
You laugh to yourself - A mad fool on a normal day.