The Joker
Heads severed from sanity
Wrapped and ready to be deranged
The poet's joker is calling
Twirling and speaks in terms of astonishment
Dark brown conciseness is laughing
Swooning me down to below zero
Fable's of the frozen
Fairy tales of the wicked
Dazzled tales my fairy's
Joker me up
Dizzy me some
Wheeze and gag in a twirl
Blurring images of a muffled craze
Hit by a daze
Splits me in the middle
Spilling my essence out of the core
Tar of me, slick a layer
Trip over me and break yourself
Broken down, snapped in a crack of me
Fill it up make me whole, smooth the surface
All shiny and clear polished by fear
Cry some more, you've slipped
Believing you are this
Ignorance is bliss
Closing it down, shutting it off
Drowning it all, in a joker's withdrawal