Clownish Round and RoundA Poem by Onoma
Face stung by depersonalization, caked and gobbed
so eyes of two can tower anonymous. Round and round, makeup descended, blood runeth cold...blood runeth warm. Clown's base rigor mortis white contrasted by pools of blood-red. Upturned lips to smile, downturned eyes to cry. Nose...of a consummate drunk, or the irritated swell of tissue-happy crying. Bodily motion spent in a capering given to the clown's colorful daemon. Bloated aerodynamic garb giving the birthday-suit room to freefall the roles it was cast in. Clown...pinch...perfect...overdone, multicolored burning bush wig at home...ever at home with clownish head. O clown--built by laughing tracks and the hollow of broken peanut shells. Konstantinos Mark
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