FALLING SONNET
I
Comedy is all
banana slippage.
Tragedy is trapped
in bodies that are
forever falling,
never quite finding
their footing. Walk a
mile in a clown’s shoes,
you’ll know what Bozo
goes through, but not so
Pozzo. Even an
unlucky bastard
can presume descent
from a long line of
long lines. Too narrow
a furrow to toe.
Sun a midday moon
raking truculence.
The Moon resumes its
tragic flatulence.
Comedy is a
coma. Tragedy
is a crack, a tout
le monde with trembling
hemispherics, a
slippery sole and
a hole daring to
keep us from footing.
II
Comedy is all banana slippage.
Tragedy is trapped in bodies that are
forever falling, never quite finding
their footing. Walk a mile in a clown’s shoes,
you’ll know what Bozo goes through, but not so
Pozzo. Even an unlucky bastard
can presume descent from a long line of
long lines. Too narrow a furrow to toe.
Sun a midday moon raking truculence.
The Moon resumes its tragic flatulence.
Comedy is a coma. Tragedy
is a crack, a tout le monde with trembling
hemispherics, a slippery sole and
a hole daring to keep us from footing.
III
Comedy is all banana slippage.
Tragedy is trapped in bodies that are
forever falling, never quite finding
their footing. Walk a mile in a clown’s shoes,
you’ll know what Bozo goes through, but not so
Pozzo. Even an unlucky bastard
can presume descent from a long line of
long lines. Too narrow a furrow to toe.
Sun a midday moon raking truculence.
The Moon resumes its tragic flatulence.
Comedy is a coma. Tragedy
is a crack, a tout le monde with trembling
hemispherics, a slippery sole and
a hole daring to keep us from footing.
IV
Comedy is all banana slippage. Tragedy is trapped in bodies that are forever falling, never quite finding their footing. Walk a mile in a clown’s shoes, you’ll know what Bozo goes through, but not so Pozzo. Even an unlucky bastard can presume descent from a long line of long lines. Too narrow a furrow to toe. Sun a midday moon raking truculence. The Moon resumes its tragic flatulence. Comedy is a coma. Tragedy is a crack, a tout le monde with trembling hemispherics, a slippery sole and a hole daring to keep us from footing.
