Rabbit’s Hole

I fell down a rabbit’s hole
to a land
of mimes
mimicry
fancy mirrors
and plenty of regrets.
Plethoras
multitudes
legions
wasted on the sidelines
watching deranged
demented
delirious
clowns on unicycles
desperate
for appreciation
adoration
admiration.
wrestled with bears.
Immature girls
walking on broken glass
along a tight rope.
I slowed to watch
like an accident
mine eyes
could not leave the sight.
Grimacing
cloying stench penetrating
I backed away
turning to run.
Caricature of the Devil
Lucifer himself
pitchfork in hand
ready to prod me back
stood ‘afore me.
I looked at him
with a wink
an impudent smile
walked forward
poof
the illusion disappeared.
Before me
a land racked
wrecked
grey
bleak
dying.
Why am I here?
What am I to do?
And where is the rabbit hole
home again?
January 7/19
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Clowny

Clowns maurading in the streets
blood dripping
gore hanging
from blades gripped in fists.
Screams
whistles
cat calls
so rude
how they communicate.
A language
unlike any known to mankind
spoken by a select few
while the rest of the population
stares on in horror
fear
disgust.
Tis like a circus
watching caged freaks
only these are sordid clowns
in backrooms
under tables
making deals that cannot be undone.
Decision making
done by dancing clowns
no knowledge required
only the certainty
the presumption
the duress
that all bow down to the higher power
for Clowny knows best.
Sept. 21/18
Photo by Tom Roberts on Unsplash