chances.

swallowing  the bitter

with the sweet

i carry matches

for starting fires

and magic tricks.

a stronger fate

awaits the penitent, 

but to fall in love

with a clown

seems my best/worst

chance of finding 

happiness. 

i don't know the magic

spell that well so

don't let the 

blindfold slip, my dear.

bring me the head

of a snake that whispers,

strip yourself naked 

for us all to enjoy.

none of us are afraid

of the dark anymore.