Yves Klein has exploded again

It’s an occupational hazard of course –
he sees a sea, he sees the sky,
he sees a woman and all
the theorising, the talk,
the grand projects, the grander passions,
it all gets too much and, wait for it:

POP! –

and then it’s all alpha and omega
until it rains or the sun comes out
so the performance can start again.
Once it happened when he was on
safari and I swear he turned a zebra
into a pierrot hat. Ah you are such
a clown we said and he replied
No I am sublime.