STAND, WHEN YOU CANNOT...

Stands alone -
oh, wretched clown
sifting through painted veils of obscurity,
wandering in floppy shoes -
a ghostly spirit
passing through granite and marble halls
juggling each perilous deliberation;
a balancing act in spangles
that gnaws and corrupts
the parallel bars.

Searching through the pungent muck
stale sawdust hallucinations,
cursing the after hours
that condemn these morbid chains
no strong man will break.
Wrapped between the myriads,
gaudy mirages
dedicated to each cardboard flight of fancy
or moistening sticky lashes,
oozing in discolored tracks -
my faded rainbow tears.