WISDOM
by Ken Poyner
We understand our children sneak into Clowntown seeking clown wisdom. They clammer through the scrap constructed houses and hovels until they find that one clown who all the other clowns favor for advice and comfort. He has neither commodity to provide anyone, but to see him in full make-up, his pants of mixed patterns that create a dizziness, cigar seeming always to have just exploded, astounds. What can we do? Maybe it is better than our children learning boys and girls can shackle together. Maybe it is the same thing. Yet, their witness of sustained clown fruitless freedom poisons everything.
Ken Poyner has nine collections of poetry, flash fiction and micro-fiction out there. He cheers his world-class power lifting wife at meets, and once worked wrangling computers. His individual offerings are strewn across the web. “Analog”, “Café Irreal”, “Mobius”, “Brief Wilderness”, elsewhere. www.kpoyner.com.