04-02-2016, 03:07 AM
Lost: One Clown
Once
I was followed
home from the bus
by a clown.
I was alone on my block;
on the block behind me
he called out a few
bad self-deprecating jokes,
"Just what you need, right?
Some clown following you."
At the time I was in love
with another clown
whose subtle disguise
had cleverly tricked
my foolish eyes.
So I looked over my shoulder
to see this guy
in full regalia: flappy shoes,
big hair, polka-dot pants,
and whiteface
lugging a huge trunk.
Alone as I am
now I wish
I'd been friendlier
instead of advising him to get a car
or at least
put wheels on that damn thing,
him, a poor clown
trying to make it on too little
and me, a poor unemployed
soul trying to make it
alone on nothing
and far too proud
by one.
Once
I was followed
home from the bus
by a clown.
I was alone on my block;
on the block behind me
he called out a few
bad self-deprecating jokes,
"Just what you need, right?
Some clown following you."
At the time I was in love
with another clown
whose subtle disguise
had cleverly tricked
my foolish eyes.
So I looked over my shoulder
to see this guy
in full regalia: flappy shoes,
big hair, polka-dot pants,
and whiteface
lugging a huge trunk.
Alone as I am
now I wish
I'd been friendlier
instead of advising him to get a car
or at least
put wheels on that damn thing,
him, a poor clown
trying to make it on too little
and me, a poor unemployed
soul trying to make it
alone on nothing
and far too proud
by one.