weight has fallen on me

like a part of the sky

and life's hell getting up

off the floor

raise the blind

and let the day shine in

out with this grey into air

darkness tones

in our chinatown home



view of rain clouds

from the window

moving behind the pale of her face

a thousand circus mirrors

cannot move a frown

we are the real clowns

and the sun rarely shines

our way



and when it does