One evening, a full moon, at a carnival
It became incomprehensible to me
How anyone could enjoy throwing
A baseball to knock down cement milk bottles
And win a garish, stuffed, imitation bear.
I was not a bit excited about Bozo the clown
Wearing a blood-dripping knife in his white
sash.
I suppose it was this epiphany,
Something like the fit Saul had
When he fell off a brown-spotted white
horse,
Changed his name to Paul,
That caused me to change my name,
Spend the rest of my life speaking
in unknown tongues.
