The Bones of the Clown
shadows warp
the bones of the clown
messy eyed dressings
melt like candle wax
puddling in stalactite mounds
the greasy octagon floor
wine-soaked stench
of the poor
inhabiting souls
afternoon warm-ups
stretching noodle rope muscles
fitting mouthsockets
over loaded rifle muzzles
teeth clench
grind calcium fragments
into dirty steel bowls
midafternoon sweat chills
beneath the glacial stares
of unlaughing kittens
throw them yarn
and watch them spin
the bones of the clown
contort from within
revealing stumps
bound with duct tape
juggling skulls
culled from island tomb rape
circus bizarre
crystal balls on fire
twitching nostrils pierced
by electrical wire
these images are not real
sometimes i feel
the bones of a clown
just bring me straight down
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