Paul Rousseau · Mar 7, 2012
Lucifer's Palm

Walk to the fun-house
  Mad-house n’ sad-house
   Arrive a minute too soon.
    Carnival courtyard
      Judge gavel wire barb
       Tortured 12 hours past noon.
        Serial laugh scare
        White faced with green hair
        Schizoid with no idea.
        Plan for the worst one
       The first one, you thirst some
      The rats are feverish and calm.
      Scurry for the front door
     To see day just one more-
   A maze, caught in Lucifer’s palm.

 
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