House of Mirrors

Tops of whirling dervishes
and tents of yellow and gold
in the corner I smile contently
for I know what you know.

I juggle your feelings on wire
and tip toe on stilts to and fro
but you’re perplexed by what I’m smiling
for only you know what I know.

Bearded figures
and toppling men scream
as painted faces laugh
and you begin to question why you had dreamed
to walk through the woods on that summer night.

As we laugh at your mothers and daughters
your tensions bottle up inside
for the mosquitoes are bighting the truth
those black facts that no one can hide.

So into the dark you leave us
our music still haunting
our rhymes all of crime
but there you’ll be broke in the clearing
on that dark and most humid
summer night.