Freeing Me

I come from the walls

Triangles and sticks

My mother had no breasts

So I fed off myself

Long before I lost my father’s name


From the beginning I stood on my feet

Learned what bullshit was

From reading classic books


I neglect history

Have made enough of my own


I am the first and last of my kind

Not a monkey man

But a man of the mind

Fragments are the answer to slowing time

And if you survive a thousand falls

You’ll evolve into what I am


The inhuman voice

From a different age

Past and future fused

The philosopher sage


I hear colors

Smell words

Touch feelings

Taste sounds


I am what the ancients called clown

A master of oral lore

Heartless but undamaged

Ruined but remade

Logic intensified


I came from the walls

But my fall was from the clouds


*”Freeing Me” was first published by the Rusty Nail.

5 comments on “Freeing Me

  1. Chagall says:

    Excellent piece of writing. Opening quintet is very strong. I read that in ancient times, priests and clowns were often the same person. —CC

  2. Cassa Bassa says:

    I love how you described the senses.

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