Allston, MA

A comical dancer
I watch the Jester
Circle
Your teetering form
Oh, we're toppling over
Piling on top of each other
Praying our bones turn to rock
And carry our flesh through the night
Eyes staring, bitter, judging,
A leap of faith into his arms
Lugging you out of the door
It's a beautiful night
the cars are empty and
the asphalt's littered with spit.

Tell me it's almost over

The words circling in my mouth,
I roll my head down
Chocking on vowels, I shriek,

Please Jester,
I'd like a show,
Will you dance for me?