Clapping in the doser

hopeful

When the mad and the melancholy spill over
In violent torrents of red thicken with destiny
Now so saturating a circus of decaying amblers
Now these smiling skeletons throwing life high into the night
Are disposed to expedient feelings of decay and suicide
Riding high only to ascend below those crusted grays seen only in dreams
Every puckered lip on this stage crumbles into final ending!!

Author's Note

these poems are old and I apologize for the redundany of the themes and words.