The clown with no make-up
who dances with no song
a muse who is mute
with vigor and verve and vitality

Sent from the tamed shrews
of never asked for thoughts
were no one can be
for me the way they are

Take away and fuck off again
to the trenches of depths
left to ne’er a light
of integrity gone today

Since the shut-down left me
let down and let me fall
into denial’s throes
where I wanted nothing more than thralls

To you and him and manhood lost with your soul paid as the price;

You’re loved more by anyone with pristine thought of vice.

A period of time
lost to the wraths
of never and again

To start once more
before the Sun
finds friends to bed

Mercury gold
Moon reflection
love dance fiends

Wave shake shutter
shudders once more
before the end

Everyone will stop someday but it is the claws of clause that cons the cordoned core of cause.

Never-ending purple tablecloth
bordered by fringe that should not exist
the fringe should never exist
leaving only the middle, in it’s plush favour

Stretch it out with palms so flat
make the finger tips giggle as they move about
dancing the wiggle that they are
sometimes capable of in times of splendor or curiosity

The smile grabs her face and contorts it
makes it real; really real
and there is something about that force
in it’s ferocity of possession that makes me smile

Could one ever hold a beauty he could not control
or lay bearing into a compass lost in a breeze?

Would man have to become woman to know
what only woman knows on a night where the tablecloth is gone?

To shove forth
the feeling of nirvana
a utopia found
deep within one’s self

To grasp it
before the occurrence
before the moment
day cries at dawn

Why be what is there
or here, for that matter
when all
is said and done

Sheltered mind
opened to it all
before it should be
grown before it’s time

The mimes of night and minds of day dance beneath a light not provided by either.

Fever
fervor
feeling faded

Gilded
guiding
gauntly jaded

Sent away into another room
where only whispers can be heard