Funhouse

	Weight has fallen on me
	like a part of the sky,
	and life's hell getting up
	off the floor.
	Raise the blind
	and let the day shine in.
	Out with this gray into air.
	Darkness tones
	in our chinatown home.
	View of rain clouds
	from the window,
	moving behind the pale of her face.
	A thousand circus mirrors
	cannot move a frown.
	We are the real clowns,
	and the sun rarely shines
	our way.
	And when it does...