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Clown aT The Abyss
Italian restaurant; pasta and wine - red, like the eyes of a bat, Screeching from a cave, dark as the eyes of a snowman, Coal plucked from a bucket, the mop was deposed - By the broom, new sovereign of all instruments Resound with the trumpet on Everest’s peak High as a clown doused with vodka, Watery eyes drip deep to the void. Abyss without meaning that threatens to consume all life - In an Italian restaurant. Makeup: lonely face and painted smile Dark hole: crying into nothing Hell exists after all. It claws towards me, Dragging me down and holding me tight. Then I am lifted, eyes flashing. It is my turn at the abyss…. Another stares down to me as I reach up with spindly hands. Seaweed turtle abyss Smoke, Poodles! Mystic Weed. Touching on my friends tweed. Baloomp he goes as his red nose falls off. Falling to the ground forever like a knife at my throat. Help me the glassy shine remains, slicing through the endless vacuum of time. Below may be aliens, enemies, frenemies, or even God? But all I know is the megladown stops me from reaching thee in the black hole below and above- an abyss of loss an abyss of soul an abyss of time has made me its fool. Baloomp he says to me. Awakened I see nothing. Nothing. Nothing and me. 28 February 2020 Written for "Clown at the Abyss" contest, sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
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