the medicine clown

He wants the raw deep
But is stuck up in the shallow creep
Cutting bait for the medicine clown
In its churchyard gown.

He wants the clear close
But is steered wrong by the host
Organism. In its jaunty cap,
It drives like crap.

He wants the ruby red
And the bonny blue
But the greasy seasick rain
Has no color.

Yellow is his drama,
and slow.
Where's he going?
Doesn't know.