Poem #8

clown love

i loved you
crossed my fingers hoped to die
kind of love
brought you flowers and candy
made me physically sick kind of love
made my face up in the mirror with lipstick
wore my red heels cut my hair
kind of love for you
would have had a baby
crossed the desert sands
swim the oceans waves
skipped santa
gone blind kinda love for you

my brain is empty
my hat is on the floor
the butterflies are crabs now
the doves are eagles on the attack
this is where the sun goes black
and the tornado rages
so sell the tickets
open the circus tent
and send in the clowns

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