We tend to notice things in our
environment that are unusual or
unexpected. We look at the car
crash as we drive by…maybe we
even slow down.
Sitting like a car crash in clown
costume on the sidewalk, I get
noticed.
Reactions vary…some take it
personally, like, in some way,
it´s for them, (which it is, in a
way), but, simply, I love color
and looking like a
planned accident.
I see them when they look at me,
their eyes, smiles, frowns, tell me
who they are better than any
resume or reality T.V.. I play my
small role like Polonius, waiting
behind the arras for the play to arise.
Like Naropa, I fancy myself an
outcast, eating fish gut lattes by the
river, waiting for someone to pass by
I can slap awake…at least,
I get some unexpected smiles.
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