A Street Clown Named Dennis

has he got the balls to juggle? doesn’t he have balloons? only a knife and a photo of his mother not meeting their gaze only walking by, fixed eyes on the horizon he walks down the block party where mothers hold children in fear and Dennis is in a trance dancing toward the uncertain nothing to leave toward another town start anew parties in high rise apartments of fashionably well-to-do with a mason jar of beetles and a guitar with one string the toast of Bean Town or Broadway the life of the pity party the talk of small town U.S.A.