A used up pack of matches,
A clown whose clothes are
patches,
turns to serious matters,
is empty and pocket battered,
his painted smile a frown,
turns to serious matters
unbecoming of a clown.
His painted smile a frown,
he juggles only objects
unbecoming of a clown.
He deals with morbid subjects.
He juggles only objects
that have slowly pierced his gloves,
he deals with morbid subjects.
He spent his time on loves,
that have slowly pierced his gloves.
A used up pack of matches,
he spent his time on empty loves.
A clown
whose clothes are patches.