Clowns by Dams an australian outback story.

an australian outback story.

In the dark of the night down by the billabong
And the subconscious drift of The Green Manalishi (With the Two Pronged Crown)
Stands a Clown, unknowing where it’s going.
Or where it came from.
Or what it is…
The water’s moving and the trees are shaking
and a sounds been making the atmosphere feel queer.
Red eyes bulge through black cotton high.
With a slash through the air, a Dropbear
hits the ground like fallen steel, its heels dig the dirt.
There’s a distant stare and the Dropbear advances threateningly.
The Clown laughs hectically standing ground saving face, close proximity no disgrace as the blade from its pocket penetrates the base of the Dropbear’s spine.
“Divine!” as rainbow rivers flow from the wound.

In the dark of night down by the billabong in an unknown australian outback
there’s a deck of Predators that range from Ace to King to QUEEN.
Most lurk unseen, disguised in the shadows
stalking its prey, the next meal it follows.
After the Dropbear, the Clown is still there
under the tree waiting to see what comes next.
The water’s so still that the Clown doesn’t feel the imminent threat, of this creatures bet that this coloured freak will be its Fresh Meat.
From below the surface out jumps a Bunyip, a horrendous abomination bent on damnation, working for Satan.
A metallic sensation pumps the Clown’s blood flow, he was caught off guard! and now he’s in a hard place, next to a rock.
The Bunyip charges flailing it’s limbs and it skims the Clown’s paint with a swipe of the claws.
Through the Doors of Perception the Clowns then best guess in this situation is to play dead.
*it’s a well known fact that Bunyips only eat living flesh to devour the soul*
With the Clown now presumed dead, the Bunyip then said
“Well fuck this I’m going home. Who wants to eat this weak fleshy meat if the eyes are already black”

The Bunyip now gone and the Clown all now lone, in the distance his vision spots shroud.
A bag, go figure, in the same position as the Clown’s is laying on the ground.
It floats on the water and the current draws nearer until they’re almost mouth to mouth.
The Clown reaches out a hand to loosen the band which tightens the bag together.
The black plastic is shifted,
eyes through dead focus,
but not of the Clown, that of a Kangeroo.
Drowned in the willow
Its vibe now crab hollow,
The Clown fills with sorrow
For the victim of that awful Bunyip.

In the dawning light down by the billabong
Magpies being to caw,
the smell of bloat flesh
the sight of bright colours
and the sun’s scalp over horizon.
The Magpies are hungry and ‘blige me!’ do they have a treat.
The trick might have worked on Bunyips of sorts, but not on these Magpies cause they’re vicious fucks and will eat whatever they can.
They all start a-peckin’
and the Clown is a-screamin’
and the story comes to an end.

Don’t fuck with nature,
Especially in australia.

[8 of the 10 worlds deadliest snakes, spiders from funnel webs to redbacks, blue ring octopus, irukandji and australian box jellyfish, bees, sharks, ticks, ants, crocodiles, centipedes, birds, shellfish, the marble cone snail, even platypus are venomous.]

Don’t fuck with nature,
Especially in australia.