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.