barnacle shenanigan hooligan playing the fool again barnacle rambles along the sidewalk trash blows upon him swirling wind eddies caught in the tide pool of days and chances capturing glances a quick step and skip a smile upside down he gathers his pants and dances his gaze floats along locked inside the past poison whispers burn his eyes with tears in the rain falling into his life at last three children gather inside his thoughts more time is needed to find what is lost brutally honest he hides behind lies truth and trickster darkness and light shenanigan hooligan playing the fool again barnacle wanders through lonely alleys a sad spectacled face parading disgrace mocking our masks facades for our taste big shoes slap along with a buoy in tow in resonant prayer as above - so below restlessly searching silently screaming for the beauty of life's torrid glow