Tears From a Clown
Once again, he dresses himself
with flour- powdered face, neck -ruffles,
and over-sized shoes: all these for kids
wiggling Barnum and Bailey shrieks.
He juggles the coins flashes a silly mime,
while thorny nails knead in the circus
of a mind –- his lost son lying hours ago
through the exit of a deathly night.
Giggles flood a sea of throats where
life is a carnival: a mask of lampoon, farce.
No one knows of polka dot tears which hide
inside this clown’s leaking, flooding eyes.
And a crazed show must go on and on
where the absurdity of life is again enacted.
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Written 2/13/2017
Screwed XVI Contest
Sponsor: Rob Carmark
Resubmitted 3/01/2017
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2017
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