clown

Candyman

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In the highway of your unconscious mind
Do you remember
I was a jester, a clown
trying to turn your frown pink
with those fluffy candy clouds
and we rode that ride with the face
streaming lights in our eyes
illuminating our carnival of rust
but I am not the kind of man
that can have friends with complications
so I took you on a trip
to chloroform dreams
and most preposterous of all
is I don’t know why I do such things.


Words used from comment by Poetpas


This poem has no bearing on reality, I have no friends…..

Also ‘carnival of rust’ inspired by one of my faverouite songs with that title.

Clown

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I etched onto my face
A fucking clowns grin
An inside out frown
So you wouldn’t know
I was down

But I’m down and out
I took my clothes off
I shaved my hair off
And I walked down the road
Police picked me up
And took me to the hell hole
And they wiped my grin off
They said I was crazy
Said this is who you are
The man with a perpetual frown
So they sewed up my mouth
And pulled the strings
Until my lips smiled
Like the skeleton beneath

They took me to a clown show
And they stood me on a table
Shifted the corners of my mouth
Looked at my teeth and then turned me around
Said I came third
Pinned a rosette to my collar and cheered
But I was the only clown
And then I pinched my nose
And the crowd laughed out loud.

Metamorphosis: A clown devours itself

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“First, the caterpillar digests itself”

 

I ate the butterbyes
That turned into goodbyes
And hydrated me
As such water began to flow
From my tear ducks
Rolling down my nemesis
The face in which the clown I have become
For such folly, I have done
Trying to fold myself
Into a butterfly
Using butter and knife
With no wings to fly

 

 

*Ducks is not a typo