the fool

the fool


overindulgent auto-portrait of a picturesque individual
laughing above all at himself
but I don’t know him especially well
a simple mystery of encountering the wrong person at the right time
oh joyous glee
         (extracurricular choral activities)
jovial, ridiculous brouhaha
joyous gesticulating gestures of jauntiness
childlike mocking, clownlike imitations of life’s reckless angles
         (cheap street drama)
(or should that have been wild angels?)
dancing a jig for the maternal funeral rites
         (the plat de résistance)
it hasn’t taken place yet, but she’s deader than the wicked witch of the west
the not-too-wizened paternal has long buried him
         (long life to the hypocrite)
unknown is the best polished policy to banish embarrassment
seriousness needs to be outlawed
in drunken musical delight
let’s have a song, riotous
with double entendres everyone can get red-in-the-face about
only the citations are lacking
philosophical, religious, Shakespearean
false divinities do not become us
the royal we, buffoon and prince combined as unlikely twins
the intellectual efforts needed to not ridicule people so serious and stuffy
give migraines of contempt
excluding smiles and laughter
from otherwise un-mundane daily trivialities
so simple to usher out undesirable personifications of individualism
so why not the far-away parading distorting unwelcome thoughts, prejudices, stereotypes
ho! tell us a joke not too politically incorrect
about a gay, or a Jew
         had a friend once who said
         nothing worse than being a black female, lesbian, Jew
         and playing the viola
         where’s the rub
         (certainly not sitting in the tub)
         oh, she was fat too



                             the fool
                             27 october, 2004