the perfect husband
a woman was married to a professional clown
who could undulate across the room
slinking around with a cup of wine
smiling loose as a friendly noodle
which delighted her to the point
that she could hardly bare to watch
and would beg him to stop but
he went on for a long moment longer
to which she writhed in debilitating laughter
the clown got his ideas from watching his wife
an amusing muse, hed chant
she took his coat
as it wanted mending
she spoke with the dog two hours a day
and cooked in a luscious kitchen
with a hot plate
she wore slippers like Lester Young
and ate sunflower seeds
The Clown at times did his muse
in perfect imitation
the tilt of her head
and wore lipstick as red as the mouth
he painted on his clown face
with her red, red kiss he went to work each day
with a kiss from her red, red painted mouth
and a smear of lipstick on his lips
he walked from the trailerthe taste
of True True Red on his tongue
inside the tent The Clown made his entrance
a wheel of blue and red somersaulting
in his blood bright hair
he thought of sexing her
in undulating waves of transparent silk
contorting his face with ecstasy
which spilled the crowd