Clown Congregation

Inspired by "A Clown, Some Colors, A Doll, Her Stories, A Song, A Moonlit Cave"

A congregation of toys,

rule-breakers and clowns,

their black eyes glossy in

a moonlit glow,

They draw you near,

with whispers and giggles,

primary colors of cotton-

candy-like costumes mixed

with flesh, a shadow turns

in the darkness,

Half of one face is blending into

the wall behind and you lose

breath as he shifts like a ghost,

the neck grows longer, watching

your deepest secrets unfold

from your chest,

They keep passing by,

in a circle, their bodies

compressed against a

forgotten train track or

abandoned in a backyard

to rot,

Their rosy cheeks are

checking on you again,

stealing glances while

you try to un-see that

top hat, balancing

unnaturally on her eye,

Big blobs of feet stomp,

closer still, within the

museum, and your

soul laughs gently

as some part of you

dies.