Lord of the Comedians

Thirty men and sixty two women
marching right in front of my eyes
stealing ideas and words
stealing time and space
You find yourself in
a mysteriously vague
position, pressure holds.

For an instant the sensors
pick up no vibes
Everything seems blank
lost in time and space
dwelling for a light spot
to jump in and come back to reality

Lord of the comedians!
Why have you left us
here in this place around the fire
but gave us no wood to feed it?
A comic storm appears in your eyes
stars are now square
liquid yellow on the walls
and purple haze on the windows
the light is now blue
blue for enlightenment
but out the window you know
it's still night...

And the minister's daughter smiles
and drama queen prays
but the disoriented youngster
stays disgruntled still
writing day and night
no need for sleep tonight
again