Friday, October 23, 2015


With cloudfingers thrust
Through my hair,
I step out upon the wire--

Your candleflame smile
Waltzes just out of
Dancing reach of my
Idiot lips--

Drunk upon deadleaf ale,
My Dutch-courage
Sings with
A borrowed tongue:
The Assclown's Aria--

Softshoe shuffl'ing
Like a deranged firecat
Out upon
A frayed vein of night

I step recklessly upon the wire:
Behold me--
The Lord of The Lunatics



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