silent film hanging (death of chaplin as two lovers)

 acrobats,jugglers,tight rope walkers

then there's me the roach

in the hadron collider

drowning existence

the knife swallower

has his own instruments

to fight ambiguity

and feel guilty

like a rope

small and pithy enough

for a stoic

to empty

himself to the beast

who keeps him

acquainted on a leash

to drink rum and burn suns

and never release

the caged monkey

in a circus

of guilt, jealousy

kill me

the one thats

lousy