“Clown Spree (A Temporary Playground)” (a poem by KPKeelan)


Between a wink and an earthquake

life’s a dicey destination,

your fate- a roll of the dice!

Each breath a risk, each sigh a gamble.

That killing ground

between dawn and dawn is an infinite playground

for a finite being.

You’ve got your makeup on clown.

Put on that red nose-

the impresario is about to call your cue!

Let’s face it:

We are, each of us

hapless Harold Lloyd

50 stories up

clinging to that whirring timepiece for dear life-

grasping that minute-hand

fingers bleeding

silently screaming

as those horizontal markers of time

gradually become










© KPKeelan

9- 16- 15


About KPKeelan

Fool, Philosopher, Lover & Dreamer, Benign TROUBLEMAKER, King and Jester of KPKworld, an online portal to visual and linguistic mystery, befuddlement and delight.
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