Voices dance blue circles around his head
whispering their lemony secrets
beneath his clown-capped curls.
flowers and chickens
and handcuffs and fish
a man with his arms raised
his hands tight in fists
An audience of bobbing heads
applauds the shenanigans
and yellow begins to drip from his curls
down his nose, cross his brow
and into his normally so blue eyes
now swirling in voices round his head
and dripping cerulean
between the yellow lines of gingham
ruffling his clown suit collar.
He hates it when this happens.
Brenda Warren 2012
For The Mag.