Clown of Spirits

i know you believe that the light is delicate,
for sorrow and anger can beat your drums louder
drunk on wine and beer, the spirits who enter
stumble your straight pace into crooked arrow
i cannot hear you there, but only hear cackling
crows who caw caw caw know your death’s crackling
throat caught in the wine of a gurgling gullet
laughter from stomachs drowned in sullen sadness
your crowds approve red nose, red eyes and cheeks
the clown that was your father’s deadly weakness
but i cannot see you there, just a room of ghouls
with the door open wide for hearing heavenly souls
mighty love by the power of lightening and the light
to burn the stench down, a sick sire’s cursed sight.

mother and father

if you walk slowly away from the mother and the father
you might be intrigued to look back again for a vision
rainbows to lead the way so you can stretch back again
an anchor to hold you to the edge of the world’s horizon.
will they give it to you or will they threaten from pain
that you left them there alone without a single dream
dreams they had for you,that would set them free of you?