Clown Toys

i wanna cry sometimes like i’m staring up at dangling extraterrestrials in a jail cell next to a soft being whose name is “close your eyes” being the first, i thought i was one of them (i point up) (they scream) the giants with hair and connected bones i wasn’t. so i then became their toy a toy in bed staring soft and sharp hot and cold tingling soothing red balloon i blew up the balloon (with a sweet cream) into the shape of a toys, toys, toys plastic food, ragged dolls, dinosaurs babies clowns with paint and big lips and hair and connected bones (staring) a clown toy i am a clown toy i did eat my mother didn’t i