the joker – a play

the joker – a play
reference to the joker as he appears
                   in the traditional Tarot card pack.

does it get better?
i don’t know,
but worse,
for sure.

i took to the
road a muddy
path at dawn
that first
dawn
the sea swelling
to the dark
foot of the cliffs
the path
along them
at the
mad edge

i knew
the break out
of sun on
a world
of crooked towns
the ships at
habour rigged
with ribbons
for the
chase.

i knew this world
not better but
wider

the path no
wider than a
sovereign
a moon
on the
grass.

the ladies
handed me
their perfumed
cards sought
dalliance with
my wrist set
my skin aflame
i woke among
their flounces

the path i
drank more to see
it at the bottom
of the
glass.
pale vein
along the back
of the hand

no wider
than the edge
of a gull’s wing
as fleetingly
steady

i saw letters
left after
it like the trail
a snail leaves
across stone

a maid of
good features
and kind as
a spring
day
bade me
rest away
these worries
i almost fell
asleep my
head on
her lap

saw it
just then
in a thinning
cloud against
the evening
sky

heard the sea
afar walked
to the edge
looked down
into the loom
of the tides
the shuttle of
waves sped
along that
shore a
thread in
it of
something
i stepped
into air

does it get better?
i don’t know,
but worse,
for sure.

beijing
march 2010

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2 thoughts on “the joker – a play”

  1. Thanks Dean. Yes, that’s it, the push of the breaker’s line toward the shore was that compacting of the weave, the breaking wave along the beach the shuttle flying across, something like that!

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