Mr Carmichael Is The Sad Kind Of Clown Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Mr Carmichael told me lack of transport is not a valid excuse for absence
It is his job to say things like that

Mr Carmichael's shoes are too big
They remind me of the oversized shoes of a clown
His face is always red
Bryce Kendall says that his father sees Mr Carmichael in a local bar he goes to
He is there a lot

Mr Carmichael's wife makes love to another man
She makes no effort to hide this
After they are done, the wife and her lover make fun of Mr Carmichael - His ill fitting suits of the wrong color and the wrong decade and the ridiculous way he carries himself

And for a clown trapped in a diorama without any self-awareness
The crying kind of clown, not creepy just pathetic

I thought of how it rained yesterday and I didn't want to get wet walking to school
I thought of the family car and how the dog sleeps under it during rainstorms