“Confusion Spectacle”

the flood forever flows
throughout my soul
inside it shows
like a thunderball
that slowly crawls
I don’t mean to sound pessimistic
but Love’s light is fading faster than the sun
you smile, she turns away
we fall quickly into the nonsense
of another horrible dream
the bird that flies give rise to sunrays
and I follow into the hollow wall
with you waiting on the other side
the beauty of the birth
the recapitation through the humanization of
   the puppet heads
we dance like ballerinas atop the moon
with thunder playing the tune
and lightning lighting the stage
let my heart hold hope for humanity
as dreary as outlooks my be
we’ll always live on in our fantasy
  --oct 28, 2002