They pop out of their frames everywhere and burst from the pages
of the free morning Metro and get caught in the spotlights somewhere
way out in the ‘burbs or worse revealed under the white pallor
of their splotchy make-up they are ever so much worse than imagination
and actually show private mask on public face we can just barely see
or rather be forced to look at all they would conceal and they are everywhere
in decades past records and recordings just waiting for that moment
when the Creepy Clowns of corporate everything not to mention Corporate Caesar
and Corporate Congress and Corporate Supremes and, of course, The Corporate
C.E.O. Class Clowns who have superseded all the Puppet Creepy Clowns
with their great scary lipstick red as blood mouths Creepy Clown as Joker Vampires
and Adams Family Frankenstein mask of amputated head put back in place with a bolt
there we are in the middle of the talking head cult of Creepy Clowns when I know
the real clown, the clown who chants to save the world, you see, the clown who dances
through the nubile coils of the new world (order?) labyrinth, the crowning clown
of crooning full body complete and total communication who acts out the story
of the Old Man and the Bird who follows us everywhere and who can never
understand how that poor old man, the original clown can co-exist
                                in Creepy Clown Town.
                            (But he does, he does, he does
                                 The One True Clown)


James Van Looy has been a fixture in Boston’s poetry venues since the 1970s. He is a member of Cosmic Spelunker Theater and has run poetry workshops for Boston area homeless people at Pine Street Inn and St. Francis House since 1992. Van Looy leads the Labyrinth Creative Movement Workshop, which his Labyrinth titled poems are based on. His work appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.