I am the laughing clown–

laughing and crying,

crying and laughing,

sighing from the

curtain to the stage.

 

I am the painted fool–

holding back the tears

that spoil the paint

and taints the illusion

that all is fucking well.

 

I am the one of surface–

living without depth

but depth is what I need

as I plead with this mask

to come loose and let

the hidden stain ooze out.

 

7/12/2019