A plastic clown
with a fistful of decaying dayglo angel wings
dances on a pin head
while he paints on his face
with a bent scalpel
and rainbow weepings.
He goes to visit
the illuminated baker
in her house of fallen cards.
She bakes Hope custard in the dark
from phoenix eggs
and flavors it with slaughtered doves,
a spoonful of Buddha lard,
and a dash of sawdust from Calvary.
“Ya really should redecorate…
The Hanged Man on the ceiling..
And the Hermit on the floor.”
Author notes
Something about the blood on her lips and the dove in the pic up top immediately brought this pre-write to mind.
A contest entry
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625 points, ended October 15, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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I can see you had tons of fun writing this.
has a tragi-comic feel to it . i feel sad for the clown.
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There is something quite amazing about being able to read about such things but yet smile and laugh throughout it. I've never been afraid of clowns- even the scary ones, for they all seem to be crying on the inside- but this brings brings up some pretty gruesome images in my head. It's a beautiful, disgusting thing and I love it.
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thanx, I am rather partial to this one.
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creepy, clowns already creep me out, much less clowns who paint their face with scalpels and dead rainbows and eat custard made from slaughtered doves. I see creepiness in your future well done
great poem 
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