sonnet for a sad clown
Liahm Blank
what is he but a pair of baggy pants?
a red-nosed man, his smile is painted on
his stilted legs perform their dopey dance
his hands transform each blue balloon to swan.
but when the red-striped curtains skim the stage
and cotton candy cones spill from the stands
when elephants are locked back in their cage
the entertainer slumps, stares at gloved hands.
his reddened smile swirls down the stained sink drain
his wrinkles crease, his sagging eyelids droop
he groans as juggling hands cramp from day's pain
the sad clown falls asleep across his soup.
still, daylight breaks and crowds demand a show
and so, the tired clown enters stage light's glow.
Liahm Blank
Liahm Blank
Born and raised in Las Vegas, Liahm Blank is a junior at UNLV Honors College majoring in pre-medical biology. When he isn't writing, Liahm enjoys playing sports, baking, and spending time with his three puppies.