My Friend the Clown

Mechanisms beneath skin
Vibrant ticking and clicking
Tongue twirled with tales
And poems about boxes,
Hula-hoop red nose,
Two liquid lights
Welded, stuck together
Now rusted iron,

Heart of splendor,
The line is fleeting
Carve out your name in the sand
The sea will never erase it.

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