I don’t know what this is

The clown pulled at his lips and folded them into a frown
before picking at the spot at the corner of his mouth
bursting a pimple
and then pretending to laugh
while his lips stayed true to his origami frown
in his eye sockets, he placed large pieces of coal
the fire in his eyes a mismatch
for the dullness of his misshapen body
stretching his feet into his shoes
he walked down the road
with a lot of scares to be made

Sledgehammer

I merged and became one with the walls
I heard it all.
As
they
put
their
hunting
trophies
on the wall
Little did they know
I heard and
felt it all
If these walls could
talk
You’d have a shock
I can hear the clock
Tick, tock
Time is running
Running nowhere
Tick tock
Gotta be somewhere
Time is locked
You won’t know
Till the aftershock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Backwards in reality
Forwards in make-belief
I merged and became
one with the walls
Not a wallflower
But a nail in the hall
Hammer, hammer
Oh how
ghosts
in time
stagger
Clamour, clamour
Hear their cries
Sledgehammer