The Parade

The Mannequin I have become,
whiskered when they please,
artificial tassles gather around my stride,
misspelled lyrics numbed into marquees,
freedom floats in fun,
fertile minds beating down reason,
pledging their lungs to cartwheels,
the joker mimes throughout,
wit swerves through the cool,
my arm is wrestled by imaginary djinns,
farting mexican waves,
punctuation erases meaning,
terse verse slits grandeur,
masks bawl into each other,
weeping throats croak,
melody just went for sale,
my temple triumphs,
finally,
it bursts,
and i scatter,
like confetti in the winter sky,
and the mob sighs!