The Jester


Today & tomorrow & yesterday too
He rhymes and sidles, away from you
He wanders like a vagrant, in a band 
He holds your experience in a skeletal hand
Aspirating s's like a tea kettle's rasp
His words spin wicked, they hurt to grasp
He poses like a jester, or a ghost-faced mime
He stares at you from the depths of time

                                                            Zoa