Circus
A clown owned
real-estate
on the edges
of a rotten town.
The thin man
beat his wife,
and carved
elephants
out of pine.
A juggler
ate rice tonight
from a stark
container
by the ice air
rolling
from
a refrigerator.
The bearded lady
masturbated,
while
bathing in a claw footed tub.
Stuffed mushrooms
sat on doilies,
on a stool,
near her head.
Mike, the human canon ball
choked
on his vomit,
dieing near
his vodka,
and picture of his mother.
The lions roared,
when the full moon
showed its claws,
somehow,
they knew.
The lion tamer
woke,
when Mike died,
and the lions
roared.
He saw,
by the full moon’s light,
roses that had bloomed,
in a box
by a window,
where the dwarfs,
shared a bed,
in a trailer,
attached to a truck.
And,
the sea oats
twisted
in a dark ocean
rush,
that same night
by the circus
when the fun
left
and it’s guts
lay open,
for no one
to see.
GJH 10
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