sad clown plush / red paint chips tattooing down the eyes / its broken teardrop staining white gloves / flecks scratchy and hoarse in the throat / its wind up distortion / sings a tinny cry / or postautotune jump scare / it’s your first birthday gift / you play 26 years later / still crushed in custard and amethyst / its tassel and hood / you want to climb into it / the only real thing allowed to fuss /because you are its assigned caregiver / at 0 to now / how does it feel / to know / your birthday is always / a haunting / a lingering of the lack / it’s okay right / you always come back / pull the childproof string / the plastic yellow handle / to distortionsong / something nightcore would sample / and you’d listen to it all the same
vibrant hued cesspool in green / brackish water / dungy sewer / a plume of smoke shoots / in the sky / the planted firework / the tricking only friends gift you / their hands pushing you closer / to the rusted grate / sweat thickening / greasing your leg to fit perfectly / IT wants to eat you / they sneer / holding back a laugh so well / you’re begging them to stop / the sound obliterated / by private clouds / blaring sun yellowing your clothes / your crotch / but maybe that’s piss / you aren’t wearing underwear / and it’s not a dream / maybe you should choose sleepovers / a bit more carefully next time / if there is one / after all / this clown may swallow you whole / with its zombie zested spatter of water / so close to skin / but it’s all in good jest / the way your body buzzes / with the airiest bass / right before the beat