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Alice Mar 2017
weights on eyes
dragging shades down over windows
bringing darkness into my home
ghostly thoughts swirl through my skull
building, building, until they overflow
bursting through the windows
sending pure sorrow spilling
  Mar 2017 Alice
Shel Silverstein
I'll tell you the story of Cloony the Clown
Who worked in a circus that came through town.
His shoes were too big and his hat was too small,
But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.
He had a trombone to play loud silly tunes,
He had a green dog and a thousand balloons.
He was floppy and sloppy and skinny and tall,
But he just wasn't, just wasn't funny at all.
And every time he did a trick,
Everyone felt a little sick.
And every time he told a joke,
Folks sighed as if their hearts were broke.
And every time he lost a shoe,
Everyone looked awfully blue.
And every time he stood on his head,
Everyone screamed, "Go back to bed!"
And every time he made a leap,
Everybody fell asleep.
And every time he ate his tie,
Everyone began to cry.
And Cloony could not make any money
Simply because he was not funny.
One day he said, "I'll tell this town
How it feels to be an unfunny clown."
And he told them all why he looked so sad,
And he told them all why he felt so bad.
He told of Pain and Rain and Cold,
He told of Darkness in his soul,
And after he finished his tale of woe,
Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no,
They laughed until they shook the trees
With "Hah-Hah-Hahs" and "Hee-Hee-Hees."
They laughed with howls and yowls and shrieks,
They laughed all day, they laughed all week,
They laughed until they had a fit,
They laughed until their jackets split.
The laughter spread for miles around
To every city, every town,
Over mountains, 'cross the sea,
From Saint Tropez to Mun San Nee.
And soon the whole world rang with laughter,
Lasting till forever after,
While Cloony stood in the circus tent,
With his head drooped low and his shoulders bent.
And while the world laughed outside.
Cloony the Clown sat down and cried.
Alice Mar 2017
shadow-shrouded face
turn to the earth
travel to your lonely hearth

outcast boy drawn near
tease and flirt
remove your shirt

taken girl leading on
heaving blue hearts
gluing together shards
Alice Mar 2017
fear-frozen branches hang limp
half-severed limbs dangling by shattered sinews
scattered green pearls illuminated in the muted florescent light
but a dark void where the unnatural light can not reach
palms spread facing in towards a towering, gaunt figure
Alice Mar 2017
A single drop can
quench the thirst of
a man long done with

A single bucket can
scald the skin of
a woman bathing with

A single ocean can
drown the dreams of
a child left without
a boat.

A single bottle can
rob the pockets of
a man left without
a home.
a commentary on a plastic water bottle and its half filled contents.
Alice Mar 2017
your opinions are debatable
persona? not quite dateable
in fact, you're very hate-able
and that is why I am not able
to keep telling this sweet fable
and living within your labels
this relationship is not stable
lets return to the drawing table
and from the equation we should subtract

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