Whores Attitudes

*A Prayer to Momus*

Laffter

Children

Naked clowns

Whoopee cushions

A pie in the face

Rattlesnake eggs and

the squirting flower

A clown after midnight

Jokers with cheap whores

deconstruction and religion

The death of a god

The Soft Charade

America Dreams and

The American Nightmare

Funny cars run on

Laughing gas

Moving pictures

Murder

Mystery

Madness

Sullen desires

A cheap motel

Alone again

Sadness

Amen

When the comedians demand laughter

And their old and worn

Jokes require mock applause

True comedy is dead

Awkward silence

And the first bad joke is dropped

Like bombs falling from the skies

Mouths frozen agape

Horror etched in their eyes

Applause sign

Descent

A muse

In silent fury they scream

Remorsefully defined

And buried alive

Your comedy makes me depressed

I like my comedians old

A mysterious Motel

crayon writings on its walls

A bearded bum scowls

Living lonely in his waste

Ghost children wander and wait

for someone to claim them.

Full moon, Indian summer

and angered by the howls

Sit up boy, fetch

like a good dog always does.

A worn single school bell

is heard ringing

on this desolate street, a child cries.

I wish insanity would

come and blow my mind

away. A bomb to

erase these thoughts down

the drain. I wish a clean

razor cut thru my brain.

If only I

could hear

The laughter

of the crowd

and the children

playing

out back

If only I could hear

the TV blaring

and feel embraced

by comedy

again

Then I could die

With a smile

Back in the good old days

everything was simple and less confused

One summer night, going to the fair

I ran into two old friends

The young one was called Freedom

The balding one was Slavery

An explosion of lights

Yawn

Fun awaits on the other side

An old clown leaves the circus

As a younger one takes his place

On this highway of laughter