a leather clown's pernicious frown

[grifter]

a leather clown’s pernicious frown
of doubtful doubled texturing

was weaving waves most withering
in heavy steps on stalwart stares

where i passed him crying there
i knelt and licked his salty soul

and saw he’d seen the morning fold
a peachy pleasure form for me

still undeterred he much preferred
to glower toward the flower
in the weeds

[Laura]

I don't understand half your poetry . . .

This though:

"where i passed him crying there
i knelt and licked his salty soul

and saw he’d seen the morning fold
a peachy pleasure form for me"

--was beautiful all put together like that

[thecrazybeautiful]

"was weaving waves most withering"

I like that line. So many w's and I love the word 'weaving.'