Archive for August, 2009

King of the Clowns

August 26, 2009

I am the king of everything.
I am a clown.
I hear what I want
when you’re not around.
I look at my things.
I sit on my seat
hearing these words;
feeling this heartbeat.

I reach with my hands
commanding my air.
Declaring my will,
but no one is there.

I fancy my sunlight
admiring the shine
announcing to my subjects,
“Everything is fine!”