Clowns are falling to earth early
And wandering with the wind.
In the alley between tents
Fear is struck like a bargain, like a match.
No one knows what it meant to their easy ears:
“Allez, allez!” Off you go. Come, come now.
A crackle on the police scanner, the leaf
Crushed under the big high top. Away with you.
Author’s note: Regional organized groups of clowns are called “alleys.” The source of the word may be from the alley-like space between circus tents where clowns waited for their cue to enter; or from the cue itself, a traditional “Allez, allez!” which can be translated in any of various ways, depending, perhaps, on the clowns. // JS
Don’t look, but they’re everywhere!
Once you have looked, you cannot un-look…
And that’s when things get scary.
This business of clowning falling to earth early could explain the popularity of Donald Trump.
The hair, the hair…hmm.
The hair is the least of his problems.