Harlequin won't say a word.
Harlequin only sings or stabs,
Cross the road of vein's maps,
Smearing "lock" and "hold".
Tick-tock.
Dance or chock.
Pierrot could wish once to laugh.
Pierrot would just cry (What a kink?)
Sob an abyss, the darkest ink.
Tensions are raw and rough.
Click-clack.
Play for luck.
It's a circus? A cabaret?
Barrel organs of hearts and ribs
Sticks the smile to drawn lips.
The imperfect marionette.
Ding-dong.
That's your song.
Black and white is my saddest toy
Dressed in pied is my precious doll.
Do U hear - the stage-play call
Haunted by the most bloody joy?
Bang-bang.
Make a gang
Of porcelain claw and fang.
