I will wear a clown mask for you
Paint over the tears
And walk on stilts
Like a dwarf’s revenge
And wait out these autumn leaves
Laugh at everything funny
Even when the hollow drums and vacant trumpets
Herald the call of a vacuous end
Where dreams go to die in winter’s wonderland
My feet turn clay and the waters of ebbing feelings
Wash away my balance
I keep my neck high laughing, my clown face
Still intact, there is a moment of perfect silence
And then the river flows again
I will wear a clown mask for you
Hide my pain morning noon and night
Sing you a lullaby, go begging for jokes
And die singing a song
When the first grass blades of spring rise,
Remember to leave a red rose
Where my memories lie waste
Under the cold blue sky
