The sirens all sound.
People get underground.
But not the last clown.
He refuses to be subterranean.
Because his nose is not red,
and there's more jokes to be said.
Plus, his fish haven't been fed.
Since McDonalds went conservative vegetarian.
Now he wanders the wastelands.
Concerned for his sweat glands.
He yearns to wash free his hands.
Lest a child, in jest, call him stinky.
Alls he finds is orange water,
but with no soap he shan't bother.
As the weather grows hotter. (He thinks)
God-damn my car's airless & dinky?
Soon he finds a safe haven.
With the scrub he's been cravin'.
There's even an Albino raven.
That'll clean out your mouth for a dollar.
At night, the town folk emerge.
To mate, binge & then purge.
Giving this clown an old urge.
To strip down to his leathers & collar.
As the guilt makes him ask
For his own used Ass-Mask
Which they give'm, with a task.
To walk on his face & not laugh, eternally.
Author notes
#4 Clowns, I'm coulrophobic
Written January 9th, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- The End of the World? by CtrlDelete.
305 points, ended April 14, 2006, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Somebody has a piece about clowns; Never thought i'd see it. Though i'm very glad I did - I had to read it about three times before my brain clicked into "read the damn poem" mode. But after that slight glitch I found this very good. 
Can't say i'm a big fan of clowns - Nothing sexy about big shoes and red noses.
Cheers for entering,
Elegantly Wasted. -
'Weird' is certainly the right category. The "Ass-Mask" would make a perfect ensemble with that favorite 'hat' of yours too
Ma'atkara
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Because this is my last will and testament. What, are you slow?
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i like this piece...but why is it in my contest? i am now thoroughly confused. i might be missing something here...im me if you wanna explain
blanket -
Sad clown, going back to his old ways. Seems we never really fight our way free... even when McDonalds starts selling lettuce on a bun.
~M~ -
ok..im sorry i wasted your poiints but i didnt read this...and im sorry...its just im not in the mood to read a long one right now..so im sorry
~me -
Interesting Imagery
Ah...a poignant piece about wandering the wasteland and then, when a home is found, the old urges well up.
You always want what you ain't got. As the 'Stones once (well, hell, they still do) "Can't get no satisfaction..." because that land is all inside yourself and you can't get there from here.
Or, maybe this is just about a clown wearing an ass-mask. That's cool too. I never did trust clowns... But that really isn't the point here is it? I visualized some wierd stuff while reading this, but I suppose that's all inside me too...which is kind of disturbing in several ways, but then your work is usually disturbing in myriad ways.
I suppose I should wind this up with "Laugh clown, laugh", but then I thought I might ask, "Do you think your mother would make me a sandwich?"
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There's even an Albino raven.
-pretty..as in they are.
You feel like an ass, but aren't allowed to laugh. Im sorry love but you say it in your last line, you're something that's suppsoed to be light hearted but isnt, and simply cannot laugh...and you see no end to it, so you write "eternally"
Or i could be totally wrong, it happens when im sick.
Nyx... -
It's a metaphor symbolically deep inside of me for something but what eludes me too.
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The images are clear yet the meaning escapes me, it's probably just me being up too late, I will try again soon. Is this about a homeless man?
Red -
i'm speechless not sure what to say except more, more, more i dig the way you write
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