Journey to Comedy


Too often I stumble.

Too often a
helix hangs heavily in the air

I breathe.

Yesterday I
was two cloves of crushed garlic.

Two days ago
on the perpetual snowline I stood.

Today I am a
shriveled beetle or

The beaten snake
is me.

Now and then
I stand with an unlit candle.

Without
knocking darkness sneaks and extinguishes my lighted window.

I am afraid
I have to make a monster smile tomorrow!

I will fear a melted sun two days later…

But all
these whisper to me;

“But one
thing is for sure…

One day you will buy the sky

And create a
comedy with Shakespeare!”