Why the Deck of Cards Always has a Joker

I.

I'm a dog chasing cars. I don't have plans.

I'm an agent of chaos; the one who breaks up the known into something gorgeous. You see a puddle swirling in industrial colors. I see a gasoline rainbow.

Whatever doesn't kill you
simply makes you
... stranger.


We all end up watching the mad things dance.

II.

Lightning strikes the corpse
A hasty jigsaw of a body.

We look from right to left.
We wonder who is the monster.

Introduce a little anarchy.
Upset the established order, and everything becomes chaos.
Then who is wearing the lab coat,
playing the role of the Mad Scientist,
screaming about life.

We watch fingers twitch below the white sheet.

We look from left to right and see monsters.
We look up and down, and see Gods.


III.

Our own cheek-to-cheek grins
and maniacal chuckles make up 99% of the Rorschach test.

Is it any wonder why I’m a madman?

Some show their colors on their straitjackets.
         With neckties of industrial colors.
I just wear my colors on my face;
Just a clown looking for a laugh,
Inhaling gasoline rainbows.