Some Clown Part 1 Poem by orangecat bluebandanna

Stretches of clouds crawl across the chromatic horizon, the sun slowly dips behind scattered sky scrappers, dwindling rays of light reflects off windshields and bicycle helmets.
The night is falling slowly as everyone rushes to get home.
Imperious horns are sounded from the locomotion of traffic, children giggle and waling while running through the little space of playgrounds left in the cement jungle with the last breath of energy for the day, sidewalks with roller blades and rubbish and homeless entertainers; worn out people shouting, waiters of restaurants, bellhops of hotels, and aggressive bouncers of clubs scurry about preparing for drunks and other clientele. Hums from neon signs slowly beckon a drink or a bite to eat or a seat.
Heavy thumps of muffled house beats, clips of doors opening and slamming.
All distracting a vibrant fashioned man leisurely strolling through the flock of ubiquitous crew cuts, hair tearing, black suited people yelling on cellular phones or yelling at a god or yelling at someone or yelling at calculators or yelling at brick walls or just yelling. He gets pushed aside and sways about just starring off into yonder, ignoring the coercion from the neurotic herd stampeding through time.
He is dressed in a bright decorative yellow-based clown suit, with silver aluminum stars pasted on the sides of his legs up into the armpits. Red, blue, pink, orange, light green streamers flutter off the jump suit in the wind due to his inertia of spiraling about in enormous red rubber sneakers tripping over black and blue leather shoes. Curly hair dyed varicolored, porcelain painted face, and huge lips supporting a makeup smile.
He carries a duffel bag filled with rubber balloons and other clown adequacies as he is shoved and heaved about.
From behind him a brigade of police trails…
Impelling the flagrant crowd of commoners to the perimeter of the street and cramming cliques into corners. barricades immediately fortify the entire street. guns in hands, knees bent, galloping like a militia of pigs grunting and furtively squealing through walkie-talkies, waving on back-ups, preparing rookies for certain security, setting off sirens of emergency, illuminating dusk and adding thrill for drunks, the clown unheeded by the introduction of war emerging, turns the corner to a coterie of officers with guns drawn and shields up charging right at him, inconspicuous of all this action for the wage on his head, he just tries to move out of their way.
the officers strike the clown, the clowns body becomes limp, his arms flailing, legs kicking out from under him, his bag tossed into the air, gun shots fired, perforating the material, inflated balloons scattered, rolling rubber noses, pastel tissue flowers flutter, glass bottles shattering, seltzer water spray splashing off the helmets and windows, oozing off shields, staining bricks and the sidewalk, his streamers dangling all about from the impetus, some torn off thrown to the ground, trampled on. blood projected from his makeup smile, the clown yelps, the officers snort grunts and invidious chortles.
one officer at the clown’s pelvis drives him towards the wall, officers on each of his arms adding momentum to his paralyzed body, officers palisade the imperious smashing of the clown into the wall, people gather to watch, all shouting, hooraying, and cheering for the men in blackish blue uniforms and shiny golden badges.
In the middle of the crowd; the clown gets twirled to the cement sidewalk, face first, the officers left hand on the back of the clowns skull giving pressure for no reason at all, the clown is not conscience. The side of his flaking painted face collects pebbles and dirt. All together the officers join in on punching him, kicking him, and spitting on him, cuffing him, then drag him across the ground, pushing the faces of the crowd to make a path, barking at reporters, barking to each other, wagging tails in triumph of beating down a clown.
red streamers
A red rubber shoe,
, red noses.
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