Posts Tagged ‘clown’

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Hanging out in underpasses, beard resplendent- your Hawaiian shirt bringing down the psychometric city

Dancing down pavements with your hash-pipe in your pocket

Dressing up as a spooky clown to freak out suburban natives

Mellowing out under a tree in vibrant sunlight with your heart full of love

Marrowing the meat of the moment like a pilgrim on the way to the abyss

Are you my angel?

Are you my woman?

Infinite gladness paints plasticine fractals from life

Diadems sparkle like schizophrenic stars

While muscles relax problems contract

Gonna be alright daylight transcending midday melancholy

Under purple skies, pastel balloons soar like birds

Sun smiles on tie-dyed moments illumining faint tracings

Perfect day blazing sensual sentiments

Peace of the soul for humankind

When dreams are confessed

Love becomes manifest

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clowncorpse

Corpse of a clown
Face without eyes
Deadweight diatribe against earth magic
Maudlin musing about nocturnal naughtiness
Dead grey foetus in a rubbish bin
Dead eyed optimism
Dead eyed consumerism
Corpse of a chorus girl
Makeup blurred, legs spread
Paranoia, Paranoia
Meanwhile many at the old folks home are
Entranced by the possibility of a quiet death
A quick death
Sacrificial mechanisms confound and confuse
And Paranoia seeps in
Encrusted with schadenfreude
Beaten to a spaghetti consistency
Squeezed through skull
Aching for cold lips
Of death kiss
Corpse of Marilyn Monroe
Necrophilia
Paranoia, Paranoia
Eyeball sliced like an egg
Eye-juice oozes
Poison gas pass-times eat away the soul
Napalm nightmares blaze across the cranium
Paranoia, Paranoia
Road-kill retro-action to circumvent cynicism
Squashed cat somnambulism
Body-bag of broken bones
Corpse of a junkie
Fantasy zombie collapses
Cold in a corner
Paranoia, Paranoia
Rigour mortis
Statue of the living
Physical indelible memory
Every corpse like a leaf in the wind
And a cell in the body of the grim reaper

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‘I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.’ Hunter S Thompson

When Hunter S Thompson ran for sheriff of Aspen, Colorado
He was going to make all the business men wear clown suits
And only bust drug dealers if they gave shit deals
He was going to gather together all the freaks, geeks and weirdos
And take over the whole damn town
Hunter used to breakfast on cocaine, wild turkey and a big fat joint
And generate more drug-fuelled crazy mayhem
Than any ten average freaks
Every mother-fucking day
Hunter wrote scintillating shot-gun-demented prose
About drug-fuelled crazy mayhem
Politics, culture and how to bring down Capitalism
He always used to drop acid before he started writing at midnight and wrote till six
He befriended Allen Ginsberg because they had the same pot dealer
He let his freak flag fly
A life as incandescent as magnesium flame- burning and burning and burning
After he blew out his brains with a shot-gun his friends fired his ashes into the air with a canon
He sure was one badass
Motherfucker
I’m not sure if I have the constitution
To keep up with him