Free verse № 171
Sperm Donor Clown
In that parking lot,
Where the carnival is set up,
Familiarity is her roller-coaster
Zig-zagging through the sky,
The rush takes her higher
On this uneven plane
Red-faced from the alcohol,
But still familiar,
All too familiar,
He stands there,
Caressing a long, thin cigarette
With his silken hands
He sees her,
As the moon melts the chocolate
In her eyes
He can only stare
As if he were looking into a fun mirror
Cotton candy memories of childhood days
Faded away
Many years ago
Today, all she sees
Is a sperm donor
In a clown suit
Wrecking another carnival
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