Another Part of the Clown's Brain

[Doseone] I am the wizard, the (hush) awkward hawk-eyed wizard Whose melancholy state of stubborn shows him the hard place Up close and conjures a lucid quandary The dreamiest paranoia Where's the rock, the rock, I wanna fix the rock Talk it into being my pal Better yet, my indolent solid-stood apprentice But thanks, but no thanks but, there is no rock Just me, in my gloomy hand-carved hard place No student, no new chew toy for my bootleg Hug and kiss to tear into ribbons Worst of all, all my fuss and careful obsessing Frivolous It gets painted over with lacking and stuffed grotesque missing Now fruitless I set meticulously sharpened traps for bugs With ferocious little mechanized insect-crippling jaws And throw away my junior wizard cap and wand These pupils will be thinner and hopefully Cephalopods (There's nothing, nothing...) Now, I can smile at the cut-out moon And pretend hardcore, it's comical and made of cardboard In a while, I scamper in it's film about my quarters Collecting all the intricate sprung death bundles And free the teeny-weeny thingamajiggers dropping them in their Bruised-seeping abdomen's in a jar One by..... (Have you seen them? Have you seen them around? I've heard them whispering in the dark somewhere between the floorboards And creeping in the house) A cloudy glass jar of sour miracles... It's elliptical and made of guts Resonance collected, I tip-toe through wild guesses and wide eyes Dipping, I hope it's cute, dipping my hairy knuckles and minced cuticles Into the open jar, seconds later...later...aletrlatetr A firm pinch invigorates the dying tensed writhing critter Wriggle, wriggles I would like to look down it's throat But it only snaps and hisses at my innocent cruelty.. Bad, beasty, bad! So be it, it's rectangular and made of ash (I'm just looking for a friend I'm not looking for someone to break) I lean back into the dim bazaar of my workspace My neat and straightened workspace To...to...seem just...to seem...to... As I suck its thickened pearly stomachs From a throbbing in-caving thorax... I just can't seem to study Taught in this poor reader's paradise In these uncomfortably queer sandals A sign, lost appetite, I lean aside Leaning further, a yawn Leaning further back Crack a pointless pencil in my only pocket with no holes Snaps in two, and pokes my skinny leg Kinda reminds me of lightning I don't believe in Zeus But I'm scared stiff of clowns Look, I'm naked...a wizard, and surely mad.. I don't believe in Zeus But I'm scared stiff of clowns Look, I'm naked...a wizard, and surely mad.. I don't believe in Zeus But I'm scared stiff of clowns Look, I'm naked...a wizard, and nearly happy.. It's circular and made of seasons Pretty, ugly, pretty, ugly, pretty Pacing from desk to sill I turn my mirrors off and on and on and.. Then make believe the wolves are telling me it's midnight Except it's just the last few hours howling Night, night, I know my desk hates me And so do the traps, jars, nervous ticks and loudmouth pointless pencils It's okay, alright, because, cause I'm gonna write and write and Marry all its cracks, chips and knots Get them really pregnant Then leave with its friend the chair and all my stationery (No, go, no...) Yum, a breeze, carry me I feel like the other sun The riddles, blend in with the stars In with the crickets, tucked in the middle of somewhere Chirping madly, I'll be happier alone Naked, where no-one can ever find the crickets Hush......