Where would we be without dreams that wake us up to write? Asleep I guess. And at peace.

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Clown Car

Stop making fun of my Fiat already.

It’s not a clown car!

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But it’s a stupid car. So small it should be – Stop!

Me stop no you stop making fun of my non-clown car.

No accident ahead. Stop. No kidding stop.

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Pulled over saw car pint-sized and overturned.

Exhaust smoke glass crack crooked cyclops stare decapitated headlight.

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One wheel spun losing traction airborne.

Driver undead mis-headed spinning wobbly topped center-lined.

No earthly passengers within visible realm.

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The invisible funneled out cracked black window.

Ribbons invisible color slid road blown winds into Fiat open-doored.

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Report made drove home no words.

Full backseat overflow with space to fill.

Home unseen dead-scene clown collection explored home unseen.

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Bed-ridden dead tired humans deep slept.

Clowns flounced around find fun house human throat sounds.

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Wife slept choked on colorful tongue long flat exhale inhale deep.

Out they came rainbow streams projectile spew funny-flavored gum balls.

Mixed with neon vomit-ribbons mid-air-morphed into clownish shapes.

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Skinny fat tiny small large larger clowns red-nosed big-collared air-dances. 

Fingers over hundred red lips hover-giggled watching sleep.

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Broken silence I applaud sleepy-naked overhung from the entertainment.

Do it again! Do it again!

Was I snoring she sleep-asked.

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Duh your wide polka-dot tongue tie rolled up between snorts.

All escaped free from laughter on the other side before final sleep.

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She awakened late to an empty house

Empty world full of confetti party over but wait car engine revving

Come back with more other-side friends let’s all go look for trouble.

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It’s out there.

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