Clowning Around
- Rick Haynes
- Nov 14, 2015
- 1 min read

Clowning Around
I never remember my dreams but last night that changed.
Lying in a room with a fan overhead told me I was somewhere hot. But the silence confused me; even the spinning fan was noiseless.
The sweat oozing from my open pores stank with fear.
I couldn’t move but I didn’t want to.
For all the time I remained motionless I felt safe.
Looking up at the huge pendulum and the swinging axe I felt the air rush on every pass.
But now awake my nightmare should end.
Yet the axe still swings as the laughing clown pulls the rope.
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