Funhouse Testo

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