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Jett Superior laid this on you on || April 21, 2003 || 11:22 pm

On the phone with Melly and the topic turns to the vast sex appeal of clowns:

“I can’t help it. They have those bulbous red noses and those big-ass bow ties…”

“You can’t forget the big feet, girl. You know what they say, Mel, big feet, big smiiii-iiiile.”

God help the world if she and I ever get drunk together in person.

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Here, sweet Melliloulou, is something I’d like to share with you. It’s one of my very favorites, and I originally posted it here. The crowd loves the clown best when there’s no joke (the crowd that matters, anyway). Really.

First Lesson

Lie back, daughter, let your head
be tipped back in the cup of my hand.
Gently, and I will hold you. Spread
your arms wide, lie out on the stream
and look high at the gulls. A dead-
man’s-float is face down. You will dive
and swim soon enough where this tidewater
ebbs to the sea. Daughter, believe
me, when you tire on the long thrash
to your island, lie up , and survive.
As you float now, where I held you
and let go, remember when fear
cramps your heart what I told you:
lie gently and wide to the light-year
stars, lie back, and the sea will hold you.
–Phillip Booth

4 worked it out »

  1. waistdog 4.22.2003

    It loses something without the visual of Phil reading that in his clown make-up.

    By the by…….not that it matters.

    But I have a red squeeky nose that’s a lot of fun.

    But my petite feet keep falling out of the big shoes. So I got a sensible pair of little loafers.

  2. Johnny T 4.22.2003

    I always thought that big feet means big shoes.

  3. melly 4.22.2003

    Thanks, mama.

  4. Jett 4.23.2003

    You’re quite welcome, puddin’.


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