The Clown
With skip, screech and flourish
The belfry-housed bats
Flew wildly and garish
Far madder than rats.
Greasepaint teardrops a-flying
In twilight's ascension,
Heart breaking and dying,
Robbed blind of attention.
Coins spun in chance
Flay the crazy, cracked actor,
Maniacal trance
This duality factor.
Submerged below laughter
And painted-on grin
Lies a strip mine hereafter
Of heartache chagrin.
And the payload thus hollowed,
Black manganese ore,
Bullet-bitten and swallowed
And fired at the floor.
These eyes so forlorn
Freezing cackles with doubt,
For no light is in-drawn
And no light is shone out.
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