Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Carnival of Harlequin (Miro)


We are the carnival of harlequin.
There is no shape or color we can't take
To paint emotions, virtue, wit, or sin.
No one would recognize as real or fake
An eye without a smile or cats sans paws
In such a place. Our singing makes it seem
A foolishness of us to hide our flaws.
So do not think that seem can rhyme with dream.
We are as real as you, if you are real.
You look at us and do not understand
The way we look at you. The sad appeal
We make for life is all a joke, all canned.
There's nothing in our act that you'll believe,
So look away. We'll watch you as you leave.