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The clown juggled his feelings in front of an incredulous crowd

Life is a circus and even a fool’s manna does not fall from heaven

He had balls to impose his mask and mascara onto instant applause

Was not sure though about who was the jester of standing ovations


His delusion was the illusion of reality in preposterous meaning

An existential artist he seemed to be in retro postmodern nostalgia

Intermezzo personified with endless beginnings entombed in a grin

Cut with a razor tattooed on his skin facing an ignorant audience


True to his script he stumbled and fell short and flat of intemperate desire 

Gobbled up sand mixed with elephant poo and regurgitated misplaced pride

‘I sold my soul to fake laughter but even the kids are stuck on their phones’

Past his best like a relic he assembled dust of anger and fear for the future


He had turned into a proverbial slurve a slipped metaphor of fading delight

An imposter of joyful exuberance in a tedious world that could not care less

A projection of resentment a nuisance and overdue reminder of innocence lost

He was real to himself though like a hole in a bucket draining trickles of faith


As he gathered oblivious agony and immeasurable shame and contempt

He whipped one last sphere of hope high into the canopy of sad gloom

Hoped that the contorted trapeze artist might catch his final effort to escape

She twisted dangled reached out then crushed into a net suspended in yearning 


With the show over ungrateful spectators left the miserable dishonest display 

The tent was locked up and the onlookers retreated into self-righteous boredom

As lions horses fleas impalement and con artists took to their cages’ containment 

The clown and the acrobat slipped off the road and eloped into a promising night



17th June 2019
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