Clown Fish

I can’t work

I’ve dedicated this day

to snapping my fingers

and singing a chorus

with the last

heartbeat of the world

I’m a carnie animal

ugly jack

skipping over minefields

of loose synapses

a broken headed

professional bumbler

by trade

gender mutant

of the sensual circus

lilting ghost radio

in my nerves

of a zig zagging

carefree

pony-tailed girl

who I loved with

such impossible belief

I asked her to please grow up

and leave me

in the loop

of the eternal summer 8-Track

with an endless boyhood sky

and no mothers calling me home

the dummy of the furious walk

searching for an ill defined mysticism

promised to me

when the world

fell out of my skull