the jester

when turned to see the jester smile
but fade, concealing bloodied teeth
i knew he’s sucked my life awhile
just caught afore the need for wreath
so on, back to the task in hand
ignoring dangers as they rise
to scan the sea, peruse the land
and then alight into the skies

from here i see the jester, moon
who casts a pallor on all flesh
thus higher, make the sun rise soon
and bring about the cheeks refresh
but care, as trickles passing sand
avoid the missiles cosmic threat
observe the distance vast, hence grand
circumventing past, forget

i sit aside the jester, time
cupped in hand, a life, a death
counting slowly, numbers prime
on and on, as if with meth
the scene becomes a sum of all
then hidden by the blackest cloak
minutest detail held in thrall
within his crystal orb, the joke

©2006 Hey Hey

g`day hey hey,

excellent i loved the image of time cupped in hand, a life, a death, it really does sum up the scene… and the punch line trapped in a crystal orb..powerful image ....the joke,

many thing to many people but i see life circling, trying to break out trapped in its own joke…

thank you for a most evocative verse.

keep well & take care, as always greg.