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The Joker

The spotlight flashes funny flair on the showy sagged dress, miniature crimson cold sun stuck on the puckered porcelain face. An animated caricature captured in comical frail human figure, tramps round and round the circus arena to amuse. The sprightly body swivels in flexed shuffle of acrobatics, sleight of supple hands performs the perfect act of jugglery, but the labored buffoonery of the funny fragile joker, falls flat as flakes of stale joke on the silent spectators. Before the neon lights go out in the last show and the curtain falls, the slapsticks peel slowly the paint off his sweaty face, unmask the trail of tears he has long shed un-noticed. He leaves the stage singing a song, the lyric written by his broken heart. The uproar of laughter at long last explodes with claps in the gallery, the applause hails the joker, left to live the comedy of life. ____________________ September 15, 2022 For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest

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