Pagliacci

Of course, a clown is always clowning as poets paint their write -- before with pen and ink dip we nibs wells of performance transforming dark ink to colorful spectacle in showtime spot of light -- like the pancake our many harlequins, like Arora, a rainbow after cloudburst real tears or daisy squirt? we apply our big-top makeup to cover-up and hide otherwise unmanageable crowds of deeply incised hurt --