Clown

Formed in it

Under blood clot hair
Standing at the bus station
Earth a distant syllable

Muted city caws crimson cratered cancer
Primal discords echoed at the moon

A lasso, a bottle, a stack of books
Unread eunuch monuments burning

In the bath tub

The rodeo needs a clown
Like a whore needs a pimp

And before I can take my first drag

I can already feel the curve of the road

Grip me