The Joker And The Joke
The joker and the joke. Dark like the pain of spite,
Like a broken promise, like a bastard night
Born out of the sun-moon wedlock;―fatal error licked.
He licks shadows till he’s blatant and drunk on it.
His mouth froths with caterwauls for some glory wished.
If sober, the endless begging asks for just a little of it,
Shifting from anger to anger like ripples in feuds.
The only sound thing in his pool of shifting moods
That chuckle at the thought of tickling him a ton lots
To death is the momentary and loud gunshots.
The light in his eyes glow where others dim
Or fall into despond. Ha! Ha! Ha! Whim to whim,
Another shadow to drink, to trap him,
To break a promise―self-betrayal―almost limp,
A language that lacks a solid interpretation
In his whirring pool, instead, it’s laced and is awaken
By frowning admonishments and not the bravery
Of writing his fate with blood still warm, savor each
With eager laziness, pacing fingers with attention
To details of flouting the laws, the ripples to speckle red
On this commandment and in his imagination.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Now watch his smile shift to brazen.
