Uneasy Laugh

With the uneasy laugh of horror
The World Clown Association decided
to put on a skit:
two balloons under their bosoms
and carbon dioxide sparklers.
The balloons didn’t fill up equally,
and there were butt prints in the dough.

Hidden incendiary girls,
mobilized vulnerability,
eat bitterness.

Boom, Boom! 

Custom is the king of all;
they would wish to get paid to devour 
the corpses of their fathers.

That way they’ll be happy.

Animated ornaments
at the Kitty Cantina;
The Heavyweight Sisters,
Dark Monkeys,
and The Mutual Benefit Society,
obstructing government administration,
negotiating worthless instruments;

their words were a desecration of silence,
the transformation of radical ideas 
into culture, a diehard rejection 
of the idea that we ourselves might be 
one such cataclysm.

Human exceptionalism, the
madness gene,
gradually blinkered,
like a star role from no-man’s land.

The dinosaurs came, 
got too big and fat, 
so they all died 
and turned into oil.

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