there is nothing more ambiguous
than the soul of the clown
blood is soaked with make up
make up is soaked with blood...
there is neither line nor boarder
to separate what is liquid
in essence
blood, make up
red heart, red clownish nose
bleeding into
a pale poem cut from the white paper
bloody truths, white lies,
life performances
death performances
sharp scissors
cutting off
one real swan feather
from a pillow case
of my dreams
and it still floats in suspense
on the stage of the swan lake
to be utilized for writing this poem
11 Май 2010 г.