jingle jingle!

jingle jingle!

11.12.16

MELLY!




Something sad about clowns;
something thin between laughter and tears.
Pity the dignity, the love and the hate,
the twitching wire between body and soul 
and you on that stage,
drunk on rum and borrowed blues again;
unique in the balance you keep to yourself -
never quite losing it,
never quite making it;
bawling out between Magritte and Morton,
playing the droopy-drawered clown
with yourself,
you
do the Melly Belly,
the Ovaltine,
big brash belly laugh blues.
                                                                                                    




Keith Armstrong



the jingling geordie

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whitley bay, tyne and wear, United Kingdom
poet and raconteur