Blue enchantment, starlight pallette

Nazi visions of underworld clowns

An evening of art, newborns, and profanity

The clown is still king.

 

The bubbling, squeaking sound rising

Shaking in a frantic situation

Blood swept under a script

I saw the fox and he saw me

 

Creatives of the underworld

Bleed out onto the page, voice rage

We sit in a kaleidoscopic womb of words

 

Tesco laden-down forgotten lady

Symbolic of a world close to war

 

Birds flying north seeing the early morning sun

Children digging parent's graves.