(Lady on a Wire and Mike Zone Collaboration)
geometric shapes
written out in morning stars
testing time through
the burning hourglass
messages hidden in
flying trapeze acts
goth clowns raising havoc
on the tightrope
chasing the dark
through paranormal glances
sideshow headliners
steal the souls of onlookers
winter chills
silent screams
summersault through
the burning ash of dreams
puppeteers stretching truths
in this museum of the dead
the world waits for a new
cabaret to turn
lady on a wire
mr. zone
magicians of the darkness
owning the limelight
with graveyard antics
they don’t play with
with disjointed fools
come one, come all
this is nothing short
of a three-ring affair
desperate jesters, unicycle monkeys
junkies for the thrill
all try to play along
with their own dismal stars
snow begins to fall
coating the big top
like a weighted blanket
exhausting the spell to
hypnotize the masses
time ends eventually
light fades
blackness falls
leaving silence between
unmeasured fault lines
until the next day comes
(C) S. Lynette, 2023 (from Razorville)
Lady on a Wire 