the clown

the clown

A Poem by patchwork.boy

hands clapping
flesh hitting flesh
louder it goes
'cause nobody knows

glops of white spread
red and blue, common hues
paint it wide and bright
don't put up a fight

spread limbs wide
for each and every eye
lick lies on painted lips
rubbing many rips

circus music playing
sad, spinning synonym
screeching melody of giggles
stretched skin wriggles

lights flickering out
flaking, peeling layers
bones hitting thick wood
blood dripping where he stood

sinking through the sink
staring, gawking through
this great buffoon high
hysterically wishing to die

© 2023 patchwork.boy


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Added on November 7, 2023
Last Updated on November 7, 2023
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