punch-drunk clown

spin it out and put it down
brass knuckles and red-nosed clowns
crimson teardrops of unshed pain
only red paint washed off in the rain
ripples spread where stones are skipped
Jack Frost the new spring flowers nipped
angel’s breath face to face
intoxicating downfall of human race
words scribed down pen twisting ‘round
the meaning of life from a punch-drunk clown