"The Laughing Clown"

As I sit on my couch of brown and beige with orange stripes,
Striving for observation!
While I was observing the Apollo flights;
We finally learned the setting of our planet.
It appears as a big blue marble,
Floating in nothingness;
And the further away,
You get from it;
The less detail
is observed,
Until it becomes just another
Speed of light
In the black.......

The clown sits on the time;
the time that
speeds onwardly.
He sits there, ostentatiously,
in his orange, yellow and brown suit,
Polkadots ominpresent.

I sit here and I think of what
has happened through the years,
of our time, of a living planet of
survival.
Survival of green, black rainbows
of fears, of our tears of today,
of yesteryears,
the facts, the expediency of
happenings

of now and then...

The Laughing Clown sits on my
couch of brown, beige of rainbows......