With the agony and ecstasy
seen, experienced
it mysteriously fathoms
What Love had Joined Together
in the midst of Quiet storms
turbulent and private,
sounding alarms
that'd been adorned to measure
tears shed by a clown

bound to entertain amidst a tightrope
formed from misunderstanding
felt only at ease around Christmas time
that couldn't fail at rhyme
whether liked or dissed,
in this round bubble
clean faced 
bearing a bit of stubble
longing for a Go-Go
in shrewd rubble

just my soul responding...
within a strange land
lived long a virgin man
not long enough
but if the world refuses
the nectar's nourishment,
I don't give a damn
I am I am.