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.