Mind

Mind by Robert R. Ciccolini

Sacred clowns are dancing
on the stage when no one's watching. They are caught between the
darkness and the crack under the curtain.

Silly colored faces they arrange in paint and
pencil. They consider all the crevices and fill them in
your honor. They ignore the insurrection that sits
glaring in the corner, and continue carving smiles
under your eyes.

Riding in the shadows, they sneak in- no invitation.
They bring cocktails and pajamas and then party on the
doorstep. Holding hands with broken angels, breaking bread
with all the guests who were so kind..

Crazy clowns cavorting they run screaming in the hallways-
tossing smiles into the air and dashing to
the arms of demons. Crackling in the fire,
they smirk inside the smoke and mirrors
of your mind.