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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471580" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Harlequin</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the clout of a shotgun world<br>Of feral catwalk alleys<br>And dog-strut hungers<br>Subsistence is a farce comedy<br>Rummaging in the ripples<br>Of one's convictions <br>And the furor wrought<br>By such idiotic bliss; <br>Of obstreperous finagling<br>In the batting eyelashes<br>Of make believing, <br>Is the swansong<br>Of the ethereal, non-carnal, <br>Point blank demise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ball a smoldering spit<br>Inside the brawls of one's feet<br>And you may find the streak<br>Of unflawed erudite alibis<br>For these chortles, <br>And the pantomimic silence<br>That I spill in a platter<br>Of another slapstick charade<br>Of a feigned harlequinade—<br>Raveling a thread<br>Of luridly tangled fences<br>Made of yarn and lattices<br>Of tethering promises<br>A make-up in lieu of mendaciloquence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will you comb the tresses<br>Of this woebegone capitulate<br>Within the pillars of the self? <br>Deceiving the perpetual churning<br>Of the crippling bones<br>And all its lovely yearning<br>To be one with guffawing<br>Without the inflection of pestering<br>Yet, the manacles I woven<br>Cannot be shorn by the secretion<br>Of a perfectly maneuvered<br>Soliloquy and isolation.<br>Palm this intoxication<br>With the treacle of your blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Guzzled by a mask<br>D'you think the harlequin<br>Breaks the twitching with<br>Veritable effervescence? <br>Roll those marbled vision<br>And undrape the visage<br>Of saccharine pride; <br>A harlequin is poignant in all places<br>With black teeth and disembogued eyes, <br>It is you who laugh<br>With every esoteric motion<br>Be it flight or fall<br>What are you looking at? <br>What are you wishing for?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471580" data-title="The Harlequin de Norman Santos" data-description="In the clout of a shotgun world Of feral catwalk alleys And dog-strut hungers Subsistence is a farce comedy Rummaging in the ripples Of one's convictions And the furor wrought By such idiotic bliss; Of obstreperous finagling In the batting eyela..."></div> </div> </div>
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