I scrubbed the make-up off my face.
The clown-act wasn’t working.
Who was that conservative, careful, careless, individual
looking back at me?
I, didn’t make sense.
A happy clown laughs at his own jokes
but are other people laughing?
Or maybe, they are, but not at the jokes…
I put-on my collared shirt
I looked dangerous in the mirror,
but to everybody else
a well-adjusted young man.
Life, is a comedy, or a tragedy, or NOTHING.
If you think you are getting ahead
you might lose your head
when the power isn’t there.
It feels good to laugh
and when nobody else does
to tip your head back,
Life, is a collection of moments.
How many of them belong to you?
How many of them, do you spend, undecided?
Whether you are 92, or 42—you define your life
or your life defines you.
There is no such thing as getting ahead.
If a man has wealth
he’s holding onto it
because somebody said
What can he do with wealth,
but tell more jokes?
The saddest people
are the most careful people,
because they lack a sense of humor.
What are they holding onto?
A body can see and feel only so much on the outside
Then, it must laugh from the guts, from the inside
from deep in the diaphragm.
The insane asylums are full of laughter
until dead silence,
laughter, is the last gasp of the soul.