Seeing, looking wanting to be let in
Life on the edge
Of the fringes of society
But never quite being there
As a shadowy presence of luminous white
Flitting around with silent words
Observing how easy it is that your laughter
Is enjoyed by so many as my words go unheard
The ease of which you glide in and out of chatting
Weaving sonnets of magic
Esoteric word dances of laughter and light
The liquored ballads puncturing the air of ****** tension
For tonight you are the kings of comedy
And I sit on the edge; in and out.