THE FUNNY MAN
in a busting street...
When sun rise
Moon fade...
In the ring they dance
Gloves up hearts pounding so fast...
I got me a monkey on my back
related to my knife and fork...
Where do I find the words I write?
One might think it quite a plight...
Life draw features
with each of which...
Wash me of my sins,
Clammy proofs I existed today...
Today
I'm feeling itchy...
I think I am a racoon.
I say good morning...
I ask myself, "self, have I lost my mind."
My mind says "well you haven't lost it yet...
If by chance I could relive my life
I will make more mistakes...
I add a little bit of nonsense,
That has been finely ground...