poem by unknown

Pagliaccio

Sometimes I feel like part of a freak show.
A lab rat captured under glass…

I am trapped in a display case.
My dreams billow through a pipe
to reality.
And I can only think of her seduction
in the afternoon
when the sunlight catches us in a torrid maze of honey…

     In my childhood,
when I was six, maybe
        seven, I found this puppy lying
     in an alley.
    And this puppy, his vocal cords
were cut and
his legs were broken.
    He just rolled around on the ground,
      whimpering in pain. And I moaned with him,
   and the tears were so easy that
they shattered when they hit the ground.

I stand before you now, empty as a cave.
Carve my innards out to form my grave.