clown.

ode to the tripped out clown of coils.
wrapped and dancing in the psychedelic circles.
running and hiding but no one to find her.
tripping and falling and colored in blackness.

ode to the tripped out clown of coils.
lost in the maze of motion in mental.
glowing is red beyond blue past the yellow.
grins and laughter follow her like kittens.
running to get away, but the voices keep following.

ode to the tripped out clown of coils.
wrapped up in myself, only to tell…
i am the clown.