the song and dance man
drunkenly swings on broken chandeliers
from stage fright to center stage spotlight.
hiding behind dark
sunken eyes
masking
the b r o k e n man
deep inside.
i have seen those eyes
tainted weeping
stained
cracking glass
peering
with piercing glances
past the mashed crowd
in their mosh-pit dance.

drunk show pony
with mescaline poetry
flashing a cold smirk
in a scarlet football shirt
under a zebra striped sweater.
joan of ark dancing in flames
with seizures to lost radio transmission
playing pool in camden town
head cool
deep in the underground.
beehive jazz smoother than velvet
microphone in hand
oozes grace
mascara runs in panda rings
showing face in torn denim
over leather boots

rock n roll gallery centerpiece
paraded on stage
behold the crowned jewel in eyes
of escape artists with mannequin faces
who pay the doorman entrance fees
to see the tormented performance.
stuck record night on loop
sleep is the menu
with a three course
crushed pill
knockout serving -
arriving on a tour bus hearse
                                leaving
for a homecoming final bow
set in the clouds.