The clown always wins — Björn Rudbergs writings (Reblog)

I carry blades behind my bogus acts; my buffoonery barely shadows serpents and a smile as soft as scissors. I am the corpse invitedto your children’s playground,the grin of palest riders,the scent of rotting teeth,and the bramble-buried bones behind your dreams.I am your choking laughter,your falsehoods and the pestilence of putrid pride.You might call me […]

The clown always wins — Björn Rudbergs writings

***Love this poem. And I don’t think I’m the only one who finds characters like clowns spooky.

Poem ‘City Nights’

London

City Nights

Though your faces
change these same streets
remain. Same high
sights in floodlit stone,
city nights abased
by brawls and chilli fights
in queues

Where were you when
I was this green
and victim?
Your fashion is the masque
of fools, disguises nothing;
your life like mine is
still waste

But somehow you’re
preoccupied.
Laugh in my face and deride
my reticence— won’t you!
So it always
was, for soon the dreaming
is done

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