Time Stands Still

I am the clown face

inside the box

trapped within these

prison walls

waiting for escape

waiting to be sprung free

Time stands still

as I wait in anticipation

in a slow parade of time

The music plays low

drawing us closer and

closer and

closer

And just as the box was

ready to explode open

we discover that it was

upside down

Clowns must make us think they're funny

even if they're not

Trying to make us believe that they're the true kings

They move, like time on

Acid

With wild gestures

like stoned jesters

like the insane drunken man

acting as though he's sane

Strangers within

from another realm

The original intention

was to be heard on the radio

Early morning talk show

Prerecorded but presumed live

Mime clown with his venquilitrist dummy

Hiding behind his mask

with fear of facing this mad world

with fear of rejection or worse ridicule

It all needed to be said though

to somehow reach the world

An America Parody

meaningless banter

bordering on the sublime

Trying to say something

with a divine meaning

Seeing though that all is just (rust)

worn words and ridiculousness

What more was needed to build this mad temple?

This temple of words

to quench the readers curiosity

to give just enough information

but not let them in

to leave them hanging

upon the noose of wisdom

below is eternity

below is a living hell

Trapped within some God damn parody