Porch Swing by Dandelion De La Rue

Porch swing life in
some other place
moon humming happy
bugs playing fiddles
pies cooling
by the window

Down the road awhile
in smokey midnight bars
torchy songs low and thick
red lipstick eyes closed
songs for someone gone
a long long time

Outside slow motion
saxaphone
wakes the blood
sends foggy feet
to the magic house
yellow glow windows
Strong souls there,
souls so big
they never die.

Dreamstreet Man
drew that door
then walked through it.
You don’t know
he said
who’s the dream
and who’s the dreamer.

The air’s the same
The air’s the same.
It’s the same good
honeysuckle air.

I am the clown by Dandelion de La Rue

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I am the clown

On the red bicycle

Riding through the foggy streets

Blaring my little horn

Laughing wildly, madly

at all the

irrelevancies

And absurdities.

And the reverent quests

For self-importance.

The clown can also

watch the dance,

The struts and strides

And smiling well dressed

Charms of those who

Claim to know Reality.

And when it gets too Serious

He can jump up shouting,

His red nose on his face

And orange hair and big white mouth

Permanently smiling

And he can shout

But it’s absurd! It’s all just

So absurd!

And ride his bicycle away.