A Jester





I am closing in on you, 

on all your rebellions and artless nights 

flashback to that neon-lighted diner

your touch hot like candle wax, but now it is congulated and stamped upon. 


Oh so daring you are the court jester

in this identity-estranging masquerade 

when your jocular words hush the melodies

only I see your eyes close, you weep 


Black carpets on the tallest parapet, where we flew past millions of lovers and politicians. 

"they have been touched by mania", you say, 

their delusion takes them to a foreign oasis

I know you are there now, but why do you stay?



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