Pass me the key with your tongue
For I'm wrapt in silent chains.
I used to saw women in half
Holding Balloons in my mouth.
Flash me the handkerchief of your youth
For I need the speed of your wrath.
I was once master of terrain
Controlling people from my iron lung.
Unlock the trap door I'm almost done.
For I suffocate in forced solitude.
Pierce my breastplate with your noisy swords
smiling for the watching crowd.
I'm tired of living a life of fraud.
I need from you forgiving words.
The blade was sharp, my tactics, crude.
I know it hurt, but it was all in fun.
Where is the mirth of the circus crowd?
I don't like the sound of a laugh alone.
The spotlight is empty without your eyes
approving me from across the room.
Is it me, or am I half buffoon?
I smile, and sweat to apologize.
The damage can be made undone.
And if it can't, at least...applaud.
The Matchmaker:
Angela Calminetti, mother of five, New Age practitioner and gifted psychic and telepath, is proud of her family ties and does everything she can to make sure that all of her younger siblings are as happy in love and marriage