Cosmic Clown
Posted on Sep 24th, 2007
by 
Doug
Doug
Tonight I wear my uniform.
The only one that fits me.
The only one that is me.
The one of my tribe.
The clean pressed blue-pin-striped suit,
never to button the bottom one,
or the fashion police may nab me.
The black skater shirt with smiling sculls and paisley.
The wide belt,
Hendrix-Electric-Lady-Land-day-glow,
colors with words,
around my waist,
Music, Music, Music.
And on my feet my brand-new-rainbow-colored,
tie-died-basket-ball-shoes,
so I can run faster and jump higher.
It's like superman got busted in the booth,
half-way through his transformation.
Not quite this,
not quite that.
I am a tribe of one,
the cosmic clown,
the fool in love.
I am you and you are me,
will you try and catch you;)
me?
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August 2008 
Interesting you have a bit of everything in this one.
NICE
Namaste'