As Creepy As Clowns

Dark Clouds Rain Down Tears Washing Away Swirling Colors From The Clown's Face..

Marine Forecast?
By maggot on 01/23/2011

Is it the nothingness?
That preludes the question?
A subtle doubt to coerce the shout that lives
deep down
and is silenced by the deafening violins..

A symphony of error and anger
A voucher for the stranger
The strangler..

Who is new to this dance?
This deranged romance...? This sickening aroma ...that leads to an unexplained trance.
It is you who flew
the nest
into the mountainside
and cried
sighed
lied
then died
without a suicide note to calm my fears
the years crawl on
and
on
and on.

Who will stack the cards in our favor?
Savor the sight? of Wrong or right
The night plots against us in darker tones
We find ourselves removed
and beaten....

And we wish against the chance to swim
The tide drags us under
And just for a second
We swim
Before drifting into my dead sea...?

Is that you
Pama?

http://www.moontowncafe.com/poetry/view_poem.asp?cat_id=1&subca...


© By maggot On 1/23/2011 7:42:26 PM









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Comment by The Mrs. on January 26, 2011 at 7:29pm
Bravo!

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